"Rather fun to find. A series of stories set in a world with a population a thousand times that of today, and followed the efforts of those keeping the system running, collected in one volume as A Torrent of Faces.Included in this collection is Blish's Nebula-nominated novella 'The Shipwrecked Hotel' "--Biblio.com
In this world, in 2024, where we are 8 billion people, we have so much competition for jobs. Water is at times scarce, famine happens because rich people like to fuck around with commodities.
Imagine if you can a world with a trillion people. Just imagine the amount of sewage that would happen from that many people. How could the world even cope with that?
Well in the 28th century, this is exactly what happens in this book, published in 1967.
This book gave me claustrophobia. Why did they let this happen? Well, is anybody doing anything about overpopulation now, in 2024? No.
" 'Nor should i - but how can we possibly find out without going there? What other possible solution to our present problem is there? Birth control has been a miserable failure, you know that as well as I do. The campaign of 2500 was as thorough as any such campaign could possibly be. Every living adult got ample, free supplies of the new pill, access to more at demand, and clear, easy instructions on when to swallow it. The compound itself is germicidal, mildly aphrodisiac and habit forming, in addition to being contraceptive - an Ideal combination. And what happened? This year the population is almost half again what it was in 2500!'
'That's perfectly true. If it hadn't been for the campaign, the population now would be double the 2500 figure. The trouble, marg't, is that in 2500 it was already too late for such a campaign to be more than palliative. It should have been started several centuries before that, even before the third War - which it might even have prevented. Back then, they had a real chance of reducing the rate of growth to a safe level. But the people who saw that clearly at the time were howled down.' "
Sigh.
A vacation destination that's popular in this shoulder to shoulder world is called the barrier Hilthon. It has so many floors, that go all the way down to the bottom of the sea, and Floors that are above the sea as well. I don't know how many millions of people it holds at one time, but it comes unmoored from its seabed anchor, and floats away and crashes into a cliff, breaking its wall where the sea flows in and drowns many people.
"the hotel went under swiftly. The sea poured over the seawall and flooded the beach. The picturesque Driftwood fragments floated away. And narrowing ring of foam climbed the red, white, and Blue Dome until the summit of the radio and video Aerial atop the flyport control tower disappeared in an Eddy of foam and driftwood. The pumps shifted ballast at top speed; the hotel gradually righted herself and came to rest on the oozy bottom with the top of her control tower 150 ft below the surface.
Those who had been waiting on the Windswept Airfield of the flyport and on the outdoor beach had been washed away and left floundering in the stormy nocturnal sea. Each felt that his last moment of Life had come. But the Sleek flanks of dolphins rose on either side, pressed against them, and bore them up. The hands of Tritons reached up from below, supported them, and towed them toward the wave-tossed submersibles.
A preliminary report on the number of known casualties, the extent of the damage to the barrier hilthon, and the state of its automatic Services had been delivered to the monitors by the master computer. The flood of telephone calls from terrified guests was being handled by computers in the lower echelons of the electronic hierarchy. A moment of silence prevailed in the control room. The submergence of the flyport Aerial had closed that Avenue of communication with the outside world. The thoughts of all 25 monitors were essentially, 'what now? What do we do next?' "
...
" the second message was from the sewage processing plant:
'how soon will movement of outbound cargo be feasible? We are storing compressed blocks of processed sewage solids in vacated rooms and Halls immediately above us. Storage problem not yet critical but suggest early removal to Mainland fertilizer plant for esthetic reasons. L'
'How did they dispose of the processed solids under normal conditions?' Jothan said.
'a special freighter came every day and removed the accumulation. '
'isn't there some Provisions for discharging sewage into the sea in an emergency?'
'No. The designers of the barrier Hilthon didn't foresee this kind of an emergency, any more than they foresaw that a day would come when the hotel would have to ration its food supply.. "
And...
" 'I'm happy to hear it,' Beyon said gloomily. 'but - maybe I'm just exhausted, dorthy, but to tell you the truth, I don't think the mess is remediable - not anymore. If there was ever any hope of solving the population problem, it should have been tackled no later than the 21st century - even if it had to involve something mildly oppressive, like compulsory sterilization injections. I told Marg't that, back before we even knew about flavia, but she wasn't listening to me even then. Sure, it would have been difficult, choosing the candidates, and choosing the people to choose them. As soon as you start talking about human reproduction, everything turns out to be sacred.
'But we never even tried to face up to the difficulties. Instead, we ducked them - in the name of humanitarianism. We let ourselves be sold on the notion that we could never have too many people, not even if they were standing on each other's feet. And we threw everything we had into just one effort- to accommodate everybody, and not just adequately, but in luxury.
'Well, we made it for a while, quite a long while. But it was bound to break down sooner or later. If it hadn't been flavia, it would have been something else, now or later. It turned out to be now, that's all.' "
The seriously makes me want to tear my hair out. When I was in high school, back in the late sixties, we had to read a book called "the population bomb," I forget what class it was for. It was by Dr Paul Ehrlich and he was raising the alarm that something needed to be done about overpopulation, that the world could not support that many people. I have never understood why nobody will say anything about this. And here we are with 8 billion people, and not only that; the rich are screaming for people to make more babies, to have more slaves to make money for them. That social security is not sustainable without enough young people.