“We are the future”. The first in Robert Silverberg’s “Science Fiction 101” short story anthology, Damon Knight’s 1953 short-ish tale delivers a good shudder to those of us who recoil at tales of lucid alien body horror and then some food for thought. A planetary survey team of four head out to explore a new planet, trip, land in some leaves and wake up fully conscious of their bodies having been absorbed into some God-awful monsterish gestalt.
Knight describes the absorbing alien as “a shabby blanket of leaves and dirt”, “a long, narrow strip of mottled green and brown”, “a humped green-brown body” and this post-Star Trek reader was quickly put in mind of the Horta. Personally I would have started screaming the place down if any of my many planetary explorations ended in such a fashion but Knight throws us a rather amusing curveball. The brain stems now forced to work together to move and eat are all warring factions, a sort of four person mirror of society – prissy bureaucrat, elder statesman, a scientist who plays it jarringly cool and frightened girl (try swapping “country” for “creature” in the line “our efforts to move in opposite directions must be pulling this creature apart”). As the four start to realise they can grow limbs – pointedly arms – and eventually the ability to eject “poisonous” personalities the tale, without ever going into lecture mode, edges towards metaphor. In the end Knight lands the plane with some images that wouldn’t be out of place in Ridley Scott’s “Prometheus” – vis a vis malformed humanoids who have risen above the fray and now represent the future – although the survey team in this 1953 story are rigorously kitted out head to toe in PPE unlike any of the red shirts Ridley likes to feature in his 21st century films. The finale is idealistic but Knight is on the side of the angels even if he does seem to advocate bashing competing brain stems with boulders and forcible ejecting those with inconvenient views.
Silverberg – of whose own work I need to explore – provides an essay at the end of each of these anthologised stories and for “Four Into One” gives us a) a very sharp observation about the loyalty-obsessed character being named McCarty ("All of this will be reported. All of it.") in a story published in 1953, the year of the McCarthy communist witch hunts and b) a really great structural analysis of the story. “It works very well” he concludes and I’m include to agree. This is a textbook demonstration of craft with some shudders and wider things on its (gestalt) mind. “Good Lord. . . . That does rather put another face on it, doesn’t it?”