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  • Mother Hitton’s Littul Kittons

    Posted by Chicago Boyz Archive on November 11th, 2004 (All posts by )

    In this recent post, and this one Ken has mentioned his interest in the potential of life extension technology.

    After reading one of his posts, a word from long ago resurfaced, and the phrase got stuck in my head: “Ken wants his stroon”.

    Those of you who know the writings of Cordwainer Smith will recognize the reference.

    Even Manhome—Mother Earth herself, whom no money could buy—was bribed by the drug of life. An ounce of the santaclara drug, reduced, crystallized, and called “stroon,” could give forty to sixty years of life. Stroon entered the rest of the Earths by ounces and pounds, but it was refined back on North Australia by the ton. With treasure like this, the Norstrilians owned an unimaginable world whose resources overreached all conceivable limits of money.

    And this made me think of Smith’s classic story Mother Hitton’s Littul Kittons, which I was pleased to find is available online. I re-read it after many years and it was as good as I remembered.

    The moon spun. The woman watched. Twenty-one facets had been polished at the moon’s equator. Her function was to arm it. She was Mother Hitton, the weapons mistress of Old North Australia.

    She was a ruddy-faced, cheerful blonde of indeterminate age. Her eyes were blue, her bosom heavy, her arms strong. She looked like a mother, but the only child she had ever had died many generations ago. Now she acted as mother to a planet, not to a person; the Norstrilians slept well because they knew she was watching. The weapons slept their long, sick sleep.

    The Norstrillians have Homeland Security like Tom Ridge can only dream about.

     

    2 Responses to “Mother Hitton’s Littul Kittons”

    1. Robert Schwartz Says:

      Wow! I haven’t thought about those stories for years. I read them when i was in college in the late 1960’s. They seemed to fit into the zeitgeist. The strange thing is that Cordwainer Smith was a non d’plume, his real name was “Paul Myron Anthony Linebarger, Ph.D. (b.1913-d.1966) professor of Asiatic studies at John Hopkins University, School of advanced International Studies, Major, United States Army Colonel, United States Army Reserve, Closely linked with the U.S. Intelligence Community with special interest in propaganda techniques and psychological warfare.”

      It wouldn’t seem to get any straighter than that.

    2. Matthew Says:

      I’ve been wondering lately what he would have made of this whole terrorism thing.