deFord Miriam Allen

Press Conference

Miriam Allen deFord

Press Conference

Ladies and gentlemen of the press, before I introduce to you the lady known as Miss X, I owe you, as chairman of the Far Space Research Committee of the UN, an explanation and an apology. I hope, however, that you, who are all experienced reporters with credentials from the tridimens chains and newstape syndicates of the Three Planets, have already understood why it has not been possible before this for you to interview the first human being to travel outside our solar system and to return. Security, ladies and gentlemen! That old devil security, as I believe one of the authors of the 20th century once put it. You have covered the tumultuous public welcomes, the enormous receptions, the formal investitures with decorations and honorary degrees. But until today, two months after her arrival at the Melbourne airport — counting in the week it took her for recuperation — we could not clear Miss X for questioning by the press.

But now all of the closed sessions have been held. The information Miss X has given us has been classified. And she has been fully briefed on what she is free to say to you.

One word more before I leave her to your tender mercies, ha ha. (I shall be right here by her side, to assist you and her if the going gets hard.) There is nothing classified about our concealment of our pioneer extra-solarian’s name under the clumsy pseudonym of “Miss X.” That was done only because her own name is difficult to spell and pronounce. Also, her knowledge of our international language, English, is not perfect, and she is not used to public speaking. Please be patient, therefore, and after she has made her introductory remarks, question her one at a time and as clearly and simply as you can. I cannot interpret for her because I do not know her language, but I shall do my best to help if you or she should have difficulty in understanding.

And now, it gives me infinite pleasure to present to you Dor-je Lhor-kang, alias “Miss X,” the premier explorer of the Galaxy outside our solar system.

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Tank you, Mr. Rasmussen. I am wery glad be able to talk to you, and troo you to whole Eart and Moon and Mars and Wenus Colonies.

And first I explain to you how I am chosen to be one to go.

Before even man go to Moon, let alone udder planets, way back hoondred years ago or more, scientists consider what kind of human bein best fitted successfully penetrate space. All physical, psychological, mental attributes which is most likely to succeed. Here, I read to you what one wrote as prescription:

“Should be midget woman from high Andes, used to tin air, wit doctor’s degree in physics, and wit even, extroverted disposition.”

Sounds like yoke, but was proved true. Some tings self-evident, but I should add midget because space in ship so limited, calm disposition because of terrible monotony and loneliness on long journey. Women more patient as men.

But no, said Aviation Medical School of American Air Force, not woman — never possible, we put women on pedestal, must not risk mudders of race to sacrifice. So dey say, but maybe what dey mean is, women not good as men, eh? So, many still felt, hoondred years ago.

And even more, where sooch women could be found in high Andes — dat would be Peru, Chile, no? Dere women still more limited as in udder parts of Eart. And where find midget wit good brains to become Ph.D. in physics?

Den said delegate from USSR, we can do. Whatever is done, we do first. We find you sooch women. Not in Andes — in Tibet, which is yoost as high up, air yoost as tin. And if we cannot find, we make.

Was long discoossion in UN. Den, I tink because Western nations tink dis all boast and no performance, UN say, wery well, you bring us five or six sooch women, for not mooch chance first two or tree ever come back. And if by den we have not something better, we give dem opportoonity.

Five years, say Roossians, we show you.

And dey look all over Tibet for women what is midgets, like me. Oonder four — feet high, and Tibetans tall people. Den what dey find, dey put troo — oh, such examinations, to see which has good minds, even if cannot read and write. Dat not so hard, because in Tibet women always not on pedestal, but head of household, used to running tings, smart. Out of all dey get tree, and I am one. No compoolsion, all us crazy to go. You from West, you will say, oh yes, after hoondred years under Chinese Communists, Tibetans only too glad to leave Eart—

Please, Miss X! Remember — absolutely no politics.

I understand, Mr. Rasmussen. I yoost make like yoke.

So we forget dat. Dey take us tree. No need examine us for calm disposition, all Tibetans calmest people on Eart. But for five years — oh, such intensive training, physics, physical chemistry, astronomy, astrogation, you never see. All day we study, and when we sleep we switch on machine and study some more. And at end we taken to Moscow University, and to Sorbonne, and to Cambridge, and to Massachusetts Institute Technology, and each place we go troo written, spoken exams, and each place we all tree pass wit honors, and we have now Ph.D. degree from all. We all midgets, we all in perfect healt and feeling happy, we all doctors in physics, we all women wit no husband, no children to distract our mind, and we all filled with yoost one feeling — risk life gladly to be first to reach outer space.

Den USSR delegate presents us before UN committee. We do not find you five or six, delegate says, but here is tree. Have you anything better to offer?

Again is big debate, and wote is close. But we win.

So now we are trained again, as pilots. All dis so high top secret, nobody anywhere knows, only UN to which we are attached. Already unmanned space-ships — dat no secret, you all know dat — go out beyond Soon. Most are destroyed. But some come back. And same wit animals— dogs, monkeys, once chimpanzee — and out of maybe fifty, two return and are alive. Instruments bring back much knowledge, we know for sure are habitable planets not so far away in Galaxy. But only wit human pilot could ship land and take off again. Yes, yentleman in second row?

Where, precisely, are such habitable planets located?

I am sorry, if I knew I could not tell you, is so high classified I do not know. I do not even know if where I landed was one of planets already recorded. And I tell you now, before I go on, I cannot give you least idea where in Galaxy is planet on which I was first Eart bein to set foot. Is not so, Mr. Rasmussen?

It certainly is.

Well, comes time — now is four years ago — when first of us leaves. Is time of tremendous anxiety, you can tink. We tree have been so long, so close togeder, is like our own sister goes. And dat ship is lost.

So goes de second, and dat ship survives, but it misses any planet and is forever lost in space, coffin of our second sister. Everyting, everyting, now is on me.

And den dey send me. Dat is two and a half years ago. You can calculate light-years if you want to guess, but I will not tell you direction. You know what day I return. Is when I enter solar system again dat for first time UN makes public.

Now before I answer questions about what I find, I tell you what I do not say. I am not allowed give you technical details of flight. Dat is all high classified. I tell you what I do myself — I eat, I sleep, I check instruments, most of time I yoost tink — but I do not talk about spaceship itself, or equipment, or log of flight, same way I do not tell you where I land. Mr. Rasmussen here to stop me, is all high classified. De way nations used to make sure security against each udder, now must planets do, so tinks Eart. I tink udder planet not tink same as Eart, dough — ciwilized peoples, not afraid of backward ones.

Now, Miss X, steady on! Let’s not go into controversial matters.

I am sorry. Now you ask me, I tell you what I can.

Miss Lhor-kang—

Tank you. Is nice to hear my own name again.

Was the planet on which you landed inhabited by intelligent beings?

Oh yes, wery. Far more adwanced as us.

Are they human, or humanoid?

You mean, do dey look like us — do dey have two eyes, two ears, two arms, two legs? No, not like dat. I cannot describe wery good, dey are so unlike. Dey are not mammals.

Are they insects, birds, reptiles?

Reptiles is nearest, but whole ewolution is different. I am physicist, not biologist. I say reptiles because dey are long and tin, and covered wit like bark or scale. But I tink maybe dey skip whole animal dewelopment, and are like plants what move. Dey get deir nourishment from air.

But they could communicate with you?

Oh yes. Dey do not talk wit mout, like us. Dey talk wit — we would call hands. In two hours, dey teach me how.

How long were you there?

A mont, it would be.

And you had a chance to see that they really have an advanced civilization? Is it industrial, technical, scientific, like ours?

Plenty chance, dey show me everything. Is farmore scientific as ours. Is ahead of us also polit—

Please, Miss X!

Den can I say, Mr. Rasmussen, is also wery high psychologically? Can — let me whisper to you a minute. Tank you. Mr. Rasmussen say is all right tell you planet is one of group made up of all planets in its system, like UN is made up of nations on Eart.

But Miss — excuse me, I can’t remember your name—

Is all right, Miss X is O.K.

If they’re so far advanced as you say, why haven’t they discovered space travel? Why haven’t they come here, before we went to them?

Dey have space travel. More I cannot say.

You mean we weren’t worth their bothering to visit us?

Just a minute, please. I’m afraid that’s the kind of question we can’t go into at present. Let’s just stick to the facts, and forget opinions.

Excuse me, sir. Let me word it another way. Are they aggressive people? Do they lead the planetary league of which you spoke? Have they invaded and conquered other planets, either within or outside their own solar system?

I answer as much as I can, if Mr. Rasmussen do not stop me. Dey are not aggressive, but dey tink is duty, obligation, to bring high ciwilization to more backward planets. So yes, dey have colonized udder planets, and yes, dey lead dat league.

Then, if they’re as near to us as, say, Alpha Centauri—

I did not say dat.

All right, if they’re within reaching distance of us, why haven’t they tried to invade and colonize us?

Is all right, Mr. Rasmussen?… Is because dey have not tought us ready to receive and understand. But now we have ourselves space travel, and—

Stop right there, Miss X. Any other questions? Yes, madam — you from the Venus Globe?

Miss Lhor-kang, so far as you have been allowed to speak of these — I suppose we should call them people— everything you have said has been in the highest praise of them. Will you answer a direct personal question?

Certain, Miss, if I can.

Did they brainwash you? Have they sent you back here as a traitor to your own world, to soften us up? Is that why the UN has been keeping you under wraps from the press, and why Mr. Rasmussen here is watching every word you say and stopping you whenever you are about to say too much?

Don’t answer that question, Miss X!

Oh, but I will answer. What is dis brain-wash? What you mean, am I traitor? I am human bein, I want best for all human beins, all we can learn, all we can get. I—

Ladies and gentlemen, please, Miss X is not here to be insulted, and neither is my committee. I deny categorically that—

Miss Lhor-kang, I am from theLondon-New York Times, and I want to know if an invasion is imminent and what Earth is doing to—

I am amazed, sir, that a representative of your great news tape should ask such a question. Surely you must know that any such information, if it existed, would be absolutely top—

What preparation? Dey are inwincible!

Miss X, do as I say. Be silent!

The public has a right to know—

When are they coming? How soon?

What kind of weapons have they? Have we any defense against them?

Ladies and gentlemen, this press conference is concluded.

Miss X, are they sending you on another flight, there or elsewhere? When?

No more questions, ladies and gentlemen; the conference is over.

Take your hand off me, Mr. Rasmussen.Yes, I am prisoner, because I want best for Eart — because I want our solar system part of great league so mooch farder along as us. If dat make me traitor, I am traitor. I tink no. Let me go, Rasmussen! Is to hide I am prisoner dey show me off, let me talk little bit, like slip off corner of gag—

Let go of her!

Give her a fair chance!

We have a right to know!

Dirty traitor!

Shame — manhandling a midget!

I tell you — you hear me — dey kill me now, maybe — I tell you what I don’t tell dem. No, I go no more flights. You know why? Because people better as us, better every way even if dey descended from wegetables, dey comenow! Dey start soon as I reach Eart. Dey come any minute, and dey are inwincible!

Don’t listen to her! If you print one word of this we’ll break you! The woman’s mad — her experience has driven her insane.

Ha, you tink? When I know how backward is Eart, when dey offer come here — nobody killed, nobody hurt, yoost everybody belong to dem, learn from dem — Iaccept for us all, I accept for Eart, I help. You call traitor, dirty traitor, what I care? No traitor to humanity — me. Dor-je Lhor-kang from Tibet. Some day you understand!

Damn you, you bit me! For heaven’s sake, somebody help me get this fighting wildcat off me!

Ha, you big man, you can’t shut up midget, like me? I tell you—

Let her go, you! Shame!

Grab her, Rasmussen — she’s an out-and-out traitor! Wait, I’ll help you.

Take your hands off me, Smith!

No you don’t — I won’t let you—

She’s been brainwashed. I was in Korea: I ought to know.

Cut it out, fellows — we’re press; we can’t take sides.

We’re human, aren’t we? I can’t—

I tell you, gentlemen of press, I no traitor! I not brainwashed! Dey good—good. Dey make Eart so never again crazy wit fear, crazy wit hate, fighting like—

Shut up, you! I’ll shut your mouth for you if it’s the last thing I ever — ouch! Look, you reporters, if you print one word of this display of insanity, I’ll sue your papers for everything you’ve got. I’ll — hey, what’s happened?

Say, who turned the lights off?

Damn it, I’m getting the hell out of here!

Where the devil is that phone? Wow, what a story!

What the — for gosh sakes, now somebody’s locked the door!

Wh-what’s that—

I can’t move, Bill! Can you?

No, I—

Neither can Rasmussen — look!

Oh, my friends, I tink you never— Oh, tank Lord Buddha, you come!

But why you— No, no! No use blasters on us!

Oh, Mr. Rasmussen, my heart break! Dese not our friends, dese tings like crocodiles! Dese somebody from somewhere else, follow deir trail and get here first.

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deFord Miriam Allen Press Conference

Miriam Allen deFord Press Conference