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"Linda, linda, linda!" por Stuart Friedman , publicado pela primeira vez em Futuras Histórias de Ficção Científica , março de 1952 , disponível em Arquivo da Internet .
A história começa com um jovem que está vivendo em algum tipo de utopia controlada por computador, e ele está muito chateado porque o computador informou que ele [falhou em alcançar o evento de amor espontâneo # 17 com a mulher # 632] (ou algo semelhante a isto.)
It was the eve of Progress-Stage Six, and the daily message had prescribed Stage Five Ecstasy Formula. Everyone, from 000 to 999, in Community Home 8051 for Pre-Mating Males in Progress-Stage Five, was experiencing the formula's balanced emotional heightening. Everyone, that is, except G17AZ(q):444,801,735 category male, known familiarly as 735. 735 stood in a small, mirrored, harshly-lighted meditation chamber, cut off from the goodness of the Community Mind. Under the plasti-skin contours of his perfect features he felt a flush of shame on his own imperfect face; he couldn't master the formula.
Ele fica tão chateado com sua falha que ele foge da cidade utópica em que vive e corre para o deserto.
Suddenly he was running. The violence of his motion left several of his fellows in a state of near collapse. He got out of the great hall, ran through the city. He reached the edge of the weather cone, paused, then rushed through. He stood in the raging downpour of the storm and shivered. He looked back at the indescribable magnificence of the world he had left, feeling like a pauper peering into a castle of yore. He burst out laughing.
Frio, molhado e com fome, ele conhece uma mulher (que por acaso é mulher # 632)
The female's scowl had vanished and she got to her feet and came to him.
"Who are you?" she said unpleasantly. She snuffed her nose and sneezed.
"I was once known to my fellows as 735, but—"
"Son and father of the gods!" She screeched offensively with laughter. "I'm 735, category female."
"My mate!" He shut his eyes and groaned. Then he peered narrowly at her. "She was beautiful; you're not she."
She was regarding him thoughtfully. "You're not he either; you look more like an ogre."
e eles passam horas tentando, sem sucesso, fazer um incêndio. A história termina com eles frios, molhados e sujos em um deserto miserável, mas extasiados de estarem juntos.
Classificar de. Talvez não seja bem extático:
And, so saying, they built a house that fell down, a fire that flooded out, and discovered they had both been wrong in not first seeking food. Half-starved, coughing, sneezing, foul-tempered, sour-faced, they set out through the rain.