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— But what if it were possible to change the higher decrees?
— Only higher powers are capable of that…
— But still, imagine that you are a god…
Budakh laughed.
— If I could imagine myself as a god, I would become one!
— Well, what if you had the opportunity to advise a god?
— You have a rich imagination,” Budakh said with pleasure. “That’s good. Are you educated? Excellent! I would gladly work with you.
— You flatter me… But what would you advise the Almighty? What, in your opinion, should the Almighty do so that you would say: now the world is good and beautiful?
Budakh, smiling approvingly, leaned back in his chair and put his hands on his stomach. Kira looked at him eagerly.
— Well,” he said, “here’s what. I would say to the Almighty: ‘Creator, I don’t know your plans; maybe you don’t intend to make people good and happy. Want it! It’s so easy to achieve! Give people plenty of bread, meat, and wine, give them shelter and clothes. Let hunger and need disappear, and with them, everything that divides people.’”
— And that’s all? — asked Rumata.
— Do you think that’s not enough?
Rumata shook his head.
— God would answer you: ‘This will not benefit people. For the strong in your world will take from the weak what I have given them, and the weak will still remain poor.’”
— I would ask God to protect the weak, ‘Enlighten cruel rulers,’ I would say.
— Cruelty is strength. Losing cruelty, rulers will lose strength, and other cruel ones will replace them.
Budakh stopped smiling.
— Punish the cruel,” he said firmly, “so that the strong will not dare to be cruel to the weak.”
— Man is born weak. He becomes strong when there is no one stronger than him around. When the cruel among the strong are punished, their place will be taken by the strong among the weak. Also cruel. So, I would have to punish everyone, and I don’t want that.
— You know better, Almighty. Then just make it so that people get everything and don’t take from each other what you have given them.
— And that will not benefit people,” Rumata sighed, “for when they get everything for free, without effort, from my hands, they will forget about work, lose their zest for life, and turn into my domestic animals, whom I will be forced to feed and clothe forever.”
— Don’t give them everything at once! — Budakh said heatedly. — Give them a little at a time, gradually!
— Gradually, people will take everything they need themselves.
Budakh laughed awkwardly.
— Yes, I see, it’s not that simple,” he said. “I hadn’t thought about such things before… It seems that we have considered everything. However,” he leaned forward, “there is still one possibility. Make it so that people love work and knowledge the most, so that work and knowledge become the only meaning of their lives!”
Yes, we also intended to try that,” Rumata thought. Mass hypnoinduction, positive remoralization. Hypno-emitters on three equatorial satellites…
— I could do that,” he said. “But is it worth depriving humanity of its history? Is it worth replacing one humanity with another? Wouldn’t that be the same as erasing this humanity from the face of the earth and creating a new one in its place?
Budakh, furrowing his brow, was silent, pondering. Rumata waited. Outside the window, the carts creaked mournfully again. Budakh said quietly:
— Then, Lord, erase us from the face of the earth and create us anew, more perfect… or even better, leave us and let us go our own way.
— My heart is full of pity,” Rumata said slowly. “I cannot do that.
A. and B. Strugatsky, “It’s Hard to Be a God”
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