the planet. . . . You see control can never be a means
to any practical end. . . . It can never be a means to
anything but more control. . . . Like junk …”
The Divisionists occupy a mid-way position, could in fact be termed moderates. . . . They are called Divisionists because they literally divide. They cut off tiny bits of their flesh and grow exact replicas of themselves in embryo jelly. It seems probable, unless the process of division is halted, that eventually there will be only one replica of one sex on the planet: that is one person in the world with millions of separate bodies. . . . Are these bodies actually independent, and could they in time develop varied characteristics? I doubt it. Replicas must periodically recharge with the Mother Cell. This is an article of faith with the Divisionists, who live in fear of a replica revolution. . . . Some Divisionists think that the process can be halted short of the eventual monopoly of one replica. They say: “Just let me plant a few more replicas all over so I won’t be lonely when I travel. . .. And we must strictly control the division of Undesirables. . . .” Every replica but your own is eventually an “Undesirable.” Of course if someone starts inundating an area with Identical Replicas, everyone
knows what is going on. The other citizens are subject
to declare a “Schluppit” (wholesale massacre of all
identifiable replicas). To avoid extermination of their
replicas, citizens dye, distort, and alter them with face
and body molds. Only the most abandoned and shameless characters venture to manufacture I.R.s—Identical Replicas.
A cretinous albino Caid, product of a long line of re