Pariah Planet
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Murray Leinster
Murray Leinster, born William Fitzgerald Jenkins on June 16, 1896, in Norfolk, Virginia, is a towering figure in the annals of science fiction. Often hailed as the "Dean of Science Fiction," Leinster's prolific career spanned over five decades, during which he penned more than 1,500 short stories, novels, and scripts. His work is characterized by an uncanny ability to foresee technological advancements and their societal impacts, making him a visionary in speculative fiction. Leinster's 1945 short story "First Contact" is particularly notable for introducing the now-standard concept of the universal translator, a device that has since become a staple in science fiction lore. This story also tackled the complex theme of peaceful coexistence between different species, a revolutionary idea during the post-World War II era when fears of the "other" were rampant. A pioneer in the genre, Leinster was also a master of blending hard science with humanistic elements, making his stories resonate on both intellectual and emotional levels. His influence can be seen in the works of contemporary writers like Arthur C. Clarke and Isaac Asimov, who admired his ability to weave intricate plots with scientific plausibility. Despite his acclaim, Leinster was not without controversy. His 1956 story "The Ethical Equations" sparked debates about the moral implications of artificial intelligence, a topic that remains hotly contested today. His forward-thinking narratives often challenged societal norms, pushing readers to question the ethical dimensions of technological progress. Leinster's legacy is not just confined to his written work; he also made significant contributions to radio and television, scripting episodes for popular series like "The Shadow" and "Land of the Giants." His ability to adapt his storytelling across multiple media underscores his versatility and enduring relevance. In an era where science fiction continues to shape our understanding of the future, Murray Leinster's work remains a cornerstone, offering timeless insights into the human condition and the boundless possibilities of innovation.
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Considering that it was written in 1961 this is a charming little anti-racism fable, but honestly it doesn't feature much unique material to recommend it to contemporary tastes. It is a simple, direct, and unsubtle bit of old Science Fiction.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Another good story by Leinster. This author was older than the really big names of Classic SF. By 1930 he was already publishing Western novels. He moved to SF in the 1940s and continued to write through the 1960s. Most of his work would now be considered juvenile but he has a good understanding of human nature so his stories are worth reading.This is another adventure of the Med-Ship visiting colonized planets to investigate the health and well being mankind. You never know what you will find.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I like Leinster and his pulp novellas that have aged really well. Pariah Planet is a well written story about the power of fake news, prejudice and fear-mongering, and Calhoun, the protagonist of the med ship series, is a great character. Even if he's sometimes a bit of a Gary Stu, he's quirky enough to be memorable, especially in combination with his pet/sidekick Murgatroy.
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Title: Pariah Planet
Author: Murray Leinster
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COMPLETE BOOK-LENGTH NOVEL
PARIAH PLANET
By MURRAY LEINSTER
Illustrated by FINLAY
When the blue plague appeared on the planet of Dara, fear struck nearby worlds.
The fear led to a hate that threatened the lives of millions and endangered the Galactic peace.
CHAPTER I
The little Med Ship came out of overdrive and the stars were strange and the Milky Way seemed unfamiliar. Which, of course, was because the Milky Way and the local Cepheid marker-stars were seen from an unaccustomed angle and a not-yet-commonplace pattern of varying magnitudes. But Calhoun grunted in satisfaction. There was a banded sun off to port, which was good. A breakout at no more than sixty light-hours from one's destination wasn't bad, in a strange sector of the Galaxy and after three light-years of journeying blind.
Arise and shine, Murgatroyd,
said Calhoun. Comb your whiskers. Get set to astonish the natives!
A sleepy, small, shrill voice said;
"Chee!"
Murgatroyd the tormal came crawling out of his small cubbyhole. He blinked at Calhoun.
We're due to land shortly,
Calhoun observed. You'll impress the local inhabitants. I'll be unpopular. According to the records, there's been no Med Ship inspection here for twelve standard years. And that was practically no inspection, to judge by the report.
Murgatroyd said;
"Chee-chee!"
He began to make his toilet, first licking his right-hand whiskers and then his left. Then he stood up and shook himself and looked interestedly at Calhoun. Tormals are companionable small animals. They are charmed when somebody speaks to them. They find great, deep satisfaction in imitating the actions of humans, as parrots and mynahs and parrokets imitate human speech. But tormals have certain useful, genetically transmitted talents which make them much more valuable than mere companions or pets.
Calhoun got a light-reading for the banded sun. It could hardly be an accurate measure of distance, but it was a guide. He said;
Hold on to something, Murgatroyd!
Calhoun threw the overdrive switch and the Med Ship flicked back into that questionable state of being in which velocities of some hundreds of times that of light are possible. The sensation of going into overdrive was unpleasant. A moment later, the sensation of coming out was no less so. Calhoun had experienced it often enough, and still didn't like it.
The sun Weald burned huge and terrible in space. It was close, now. Its disk covered half a degree of arc.
Very neat,
observed Calhoun. Weald Three is our port, Murgatroyd. The plane of the ecliptic would be—Hm....
He swung the outside electron telescope, picked up a nearby bright object, enlarged its image to show details, and checked it against the local star-pilot. He calculated a moment. The distance was too short for even the briefest of overdrive hops, but it would take time to get there on solar-system drive.
He thumbed down the communicator-button and spoke into a microphone.
Med Ship Aesclipus Twenty reporting arrival and asking coördinates for landing. Purpose of landing, planetary health inspection. Our mass is fifty tons standard. We should arrive at a landing position in something under four hours. Repeat. Med Ship Aesclipus Twenty ...
He finished the regular second transmission and made coffee for himself while he waited for an answer. Murgatroyd wanted a cup of coffee too. Murgatroyd adored coffee. He held a tiny cup in a furry small paw and sipped gingerly at the hot liquid.
A voice came out of the communicator;
"Aesclipus Twenty, repeat your identification!"
Calhoun went to the control-board.
Aesclipus Twenty,
he said patiently, is a Med Ship, sent by the Interstellar Medical Service to make a planetary health inspection on Weald. Check with your public health authorities. This is the first Med Ship visit in twelve standard years, I believe, which is inexcusable. But your health authorities will know all about it. Check with them.
The voice said truculently;
"What was your last port?"
Calhoun named it. This was not his home sector, but Sector Twelve had gotten into a very bad situation. Some of its planets had gone unvisited for as long as twenty years, and twelve between inspections was almost common-place. Other sectors had been called on to help it catch up. Calhoun was one of the loaned Med Ship men, and because of the emergency he'd been given a list of half a dozen planets to be inspected one after another, instead of reporting back to sector headquarters after each visit. He'd had minor troubles before with landing-grid operators in Sector Twelve.
So he was very patient. He named the planet last inspected, the one from which he'd set out for Weald Three. The voice from the communicator said sharply;
"What port before that?"
Calhoun named the one before the last.
"Don't drive any closer, said the voice harshly,
or you'll be destroyed!"
Calhoun said coldly;
Now you listen to me, friend! I'm from the Interstellar Medical Service! You get in touch with planetary health services immediately! Remind them of the Interstellar Medical Inspection Agreement, signed on Tralee two hundred and forty standard years ago. Remind them that if they do not cooperate in medical inspection that I can put your planet under quarantine and your space commerce will be cut off like that! No ship will be cleared for Weald from any other planet in the galaxy until there has been a health inspection! Things have pretty well gone to pot so far as the Med Service in this sector is concerned, but we're trying to straighten it out. You have twenty minutes to clear this and then, I'm coming in. If I'm not landed, a quarantine goes on! Tell your health authorities that!
Silence. Calhoun clicked off and poured himself another cup of coffee. Murgatroyd held out his cup for a refill. Calhoun gave it to him.
I hate to put on an official hat, Murgatroyd,
he said annoyedly, but there are some people who won't have any other way.
Murgatroyd said "Chee!" and sipped at his cup.
Calhoun checked the course of the Med Ship. It bored on through space. There were tiny noises from the communicator. There were whisperings and rustlings and the occasional strange and sometimes beautiful musical notes whose origin is yet obscure, but which, since they are carried by electromagnetic radiation of wildly varying wave-lengths, are not likely to be the fabled music of the spheres. He waited.
In fifteen minutes a different voice came from the speaker.
"Med Ship Aesclipus! Med Ship Aesclipus!"
Calhoun answered and the voice said anxiously;
"'Sorry about the challenge, but we have the blueskin problem always with us. We have to be extremely careful! Will you come in, please?"
I'm on my way,
said Calhoun.
"The planetary health authorities, said the voice, more anxiously still,
are very anxious to be coöperative. We need Med Service help! We lose a lot of sleep over the blueskins! Could you tell us the name of the last Med Ship to land here, and its inspector, and when that inspection was made? We want to look up the record of the event to be able to assist you in every possible way."
He's lying,
Calhoun told Murgatroyd, but he's more scared than hostile.
He picked up the order-folio on Weald Three. He gave the information about the last Med Ship visit. He clicked off.
What?
he asked, is a blueskin?
He'd read the folio on Weald, of course, but as the ship swam onward through emptiness he went through it again. The last medical inspection had been only perfunctory. Twelve years earlier—instead of three—a Med Ship had landed on Weald. There had been official conferences with health officials. There was a report on the birth-rate, the death-rate, the anomaly-rate, and a breakdown of all reported communicable diseases. But that was all. There were no special comments and no overall picture.
Presently Calhoun found the word in a Sector dictionary, where words of only local usage were to be found.
Blueskin; Colloquial term for a person recovered from a plague which left large patches of blue pigment irregularly distributed over the body. Especially, inhabitants of Dara. The condition is said to be caused by a chronic, non-fatal form of Dara plague and has been said to be non-infectious, though this is not certain. The etiology of Dara plague has not fully been worked out. The blueskin condition is hereditary but not a genetic modification, as markings appear in non-Mendellian distributions....
Calhoun puzzled over it. Nobody could have read the entire Sector directory, even with unlimited leisure during travel between solar systems. Calhoun hadn't tried. But now he went laboriously through indices and cross-references while the ship continued travel onward. He found no other reference to blueskins. He looked up Dara. It was listed as an inhabited planet, some four hundred years colonized, with a landing-grid and at the time the main notice was written out, a flourishing interstellar commerce. But there was a memo, evidently added to the entry in some change of editions.
Since plague, special license from Med Service is required for landing.
That was all. Absolutely all.
The communicator said suavely;
"Med Ship Aesclipus Twenty! Come in on vision, please!"
Calhoun went to the control-board and threw on vision.
Well, what now?
he demanded.
His screen lighted. A bland face looked out at him.
"We have—ah—verified your statements, said the third voice from Weald.
Just one more item. Are you alone in your ship?"
Of course,
said Calhoun, frowning.
"Quite alone?" insisted the voice.
Obviously!
said Calhoun.
"No other living creature?" insisted the voice again.
Of—Oh!
said Calhoun annoyedly. He called over his shoulder. Murgatroyd! Come here!
Murgatroyd hopped to his lap and gazed interestedly at the screen. The bland face changed remarkably. The voice changed even more.
"Very good! it said.
Very, very good! Blueskins do not have tormals! You are Med Service! By all means come in. Your coördinates will be ..."
Calhoun wrote them down. He clicked off the communicator again and growled to Murgatroyd;
"So I might have been a blueskin, eh? And you're my passport, because only