História curta sobre uma raça chamada 'Itooloo' e plantas estranhas na Terra futurista

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Foi escrito nos anos 70 ou 80. Uma planta flutua na Terra futura, onde uma raça que se chama Itooloo (?) É dominante. A planta finalmente assume a Terra. O protagonista profere a frase Fight Itooloo Fight depois de ser infectado pela planta com uma doença que a planta fez para exterminar o Itooloo.

Já experimentei o Google e não consigo lembrar o nome do autor.

    
por Raza Usman 05.05.2018 / 14:29

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"Sementes do Crepúsculo" , uma novela de Raymond Z. Gallun ; publicado pela primeira vez em Astounding Science-Fiction , junho de 1938 , disponível no Arquivo da Internet . Há uma revisão on-line Robert Gibson na EzineArticles.

Esta história também foi a resposta (não aceita) à pergunta Identifique uma história sobre uma planta que se torna consciente e assume um planeta e a resposta aceita para a pergunta Qual é o trabalho mais antigo de ficção científica que apresenta corvos como uma espécie avançada / tecnologicamente evoluída?

Foi escrito nos anos 70 ou 80.

Na verdade, 1938, mas foi reimpresso várias vezes. Você pode ter lido em uma destas estas antologias .

Uma planta flutua no futuro da Terra

It was a spore, microscopic in size. Its hard shell—resistant to the utter dryness of interplanetary space—harbored a tiny bit of plant protoplasm. That protoplasm, chilled almost to absolute zero, possessed no vital pulsation now—only a grim potentiality, a savage capacity for revival, that was a challenge to Fate itself.

For years the spore had been drifting and bobbing erratically between the paths of Earth and Mars, along with billions of other spores of the same kind. Now the gravity of the sun drew it a few million miles closer to Earth's orbit, now powerful magnetic radiations from solar vortices forced it back, toward the world of its origin.

It seemed entirely a plaything of chance. And, of course, up to a point it was. But back of its erratic, unconscious wanderings, there was intelligence that had done its best to take advantage of the law of averages.

The desire for rebirth and survival was the dominant urge of this intelligence. For this was during the latter days, when Earth itself was showing definite signs of senility, and Mars was near as dead as the Moon.

onde uma corrida que se chama Itooloo (?) é dominante.

Men. Or rather, the cold, cruel, cunning little beings who were the children of men. The Itorloo, they called themselves. The invader could not have known their form as yet, or the name of the creatures from which they were descended. But it could guess something of their powers from the flying machine they had built. Inherited memory must have played a part in giving the queer thing from across the void this dim comprehension. On other worlds its ancestors had encountered animal folk possessing a similar science. And the spore plant was surely aware that here on Earth the builders of this speeding craft were its most deadly enemies.

A planta finalmente toma conta da Terra.

The subterranean cities of the former rulers of Earth were inhabited only by corpses and by intruding ants, who, like the other fauna of this planet, were immune to the plague, which had been directed and designed for the Itorloo alone. The last race of men was now one with the reptiles of the Mesozoic. But all was peace.

O protagonista profere a frase Fight Itooloo Fight depois de ser infectado pela planta com uma doença que a planta fez para exterminar o Itooloo.

"Fight!" he shouted again, as if addressing a limitless multitude. "Fight, Itorloo! Study! Learn! Work! It is our only hope! Keep power flowing in the purification generators if you can. The old records of the exploration of Mars—those plants! Their approach to problems is different from our own. No metals. No machines as we know them. But in hidden compartments in their tissues it was easy for them to create the bacteria of death! They invented those bacteria, and grew them, breaking them away from their own substance. Some way, when I was a captive, I was infected. The thorns on the tendrils that held me! I was the carrier! Find an antitoxin to fight the plague, Itorloo! Work—"

    
05.05.2018 / 20:34