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‘Yes, of course we must. Don’t you think that I’m convinced of that too? I’ve got hundreds of specialists working on the problem in my laboratories. Believe me, I don’t give them a moment’s respite. And they themselves are obsessed with the importance and urgency of the problem. Night and day they are racking their brains to invent an enthralling game, a thrilling one, a game that is a fitting successor to super-wrestling, which is inadequate nowadays and will soon be rejected.’
‘Well?’
‘Well?’ she shouted, impatient to the point of fury, ‘well, they still haven’t found anything satisfactory. It’ll happen, I’m sure of it, but when?’
‘We need it in a matter of days, not to say hours,’ Fawell said, becoming more and more solemn… Perhaps we could try your idea of charges on horseback?’
She had told him before of the projects which she kept in her files just in case they were needed.
‘We could,’ she admitted without conviction.
Each team consisted of fifty horsemen (the psychologists estimated that interest in the show would increase according to the number of players), twenty-five men and twenty-five women, a proportion which had proved to be suitable before. Armed with lances they charged at top speed to do battle with each other. After the collision the survivors were to occupy the space relinquished by their opponents, wait for a new signal, and then start again, and continue thus until one of the teams was destroyed.
It required a large number of participants and there was a risk of it often ending in a general massacre. It was necessary to prepare a considerable reserve of players in advance. In spite of this Betty had still predicted that they would find more volunteers of both sexes than they required. But to ensure that the competition ran smoothly, rigorous preliminary training in the handling of lances and in the art of riding was necessary. They also needed a lot of horses, which was a problem, because these animals had become rare in a scientifically run society.
The government spared nothing, it was prepared to sacrifice everything to ward off the phantom of melancholy whose menacing shadow was starting to hover over the world again. It had training stadiums built and created stud farms where they managed to breed a race of horses particularly well suited to the activities intended for them. It was also necessary to develop special performance grounds, for a simple arena was clearly too restricted a setting. To increase the difficulty and stimulate interest, it was decided that the jousts would take place on open ground with a varied landscape, comprising obstacles such as streams and forests, and that the clash should not occur until after a charge of about several hundred metres. After searching around they found several suitable locations. It was also necessary to lay out some areas for the spectators without destroying the natural advantages of the site. So they ended up building two rows of high parallel terraces between which the clash would take place.
All this was carried out and carried out well, and the first competition was a creditable success. The horse-riders met at a pre-arranged place, under the gaze of an inquisitive public. The clash was quite disturbing: it took place in serried rows and caused dreadful carnage to men, women and horses. The players were in such a frenzy that there were only three or four horse-riders left on either side after the fourth round. The required outcome occurred after the sixth round: one team was destroyed, but there were only two survivors on the winning team.
The spectators were generous with their cheers for these new heroes and the recording equipment displayed an acceptable intensity of yelling. Fawell was hopeful for a moment when he noticed that the table of suicides was tending to show a downward curve again, but Mrs Betty Han shook her head with a sceptical look. She had a premonition and her experience as a psychologist suggested to her that these results would be short-lived.
She was right. Other competitions of this kind organised at the same time were only moderately successful and it very quickly became obvious that the enthusiasm for horse charges was only a flash in the pan. Inventing other games was a matter of urgency. So several other games kept in reserve were tried. Conflicts between gladiators were a partial failure and barely lasted a fortnight. As for rugby with spiked helmets, it was a complete flop and took place in gloomy silence, only arousing a few modest cheers among those under fourteen years old. The phantom of melancholy refused to let itself be warded off by such entertainments and its foul shadow was darkening the skies again.
6.
For about a month, the table of suicides had been showing an upward curve again. Mrs Betty Han had been really harassing her experts, and she herself was hounded many times by Fawell, who was desper ate. No one could devise a game thrilling enough to curb the deadly epidemic.
The vice-president was in a gloomy mood when she went into the psychological research laboratories that morning to examine a new project which the head of the department had brought to her attention. At her request, Yranne accompanied her. She valued his judgement. Wasn’t he the originator of the game that had worked wonders in its time? What is more, he had not lost interest in the work of her department and on the contrary devoted somewhat more of his own leisure time than before to researching solutions to the problems of the moment. She often sought his help.
‘Couldn’t you dream up an idea like super-wrestling?’
But he also seemed to have become mentally exhausted and could not think of anything which would be satisfactory.
They both sat down at a desk which the head of the laboratory had let them use, placing a dossier in front of them about a new invention. They examined it carefully before discussing it.
The project was quite original but before even going into the details, Betty had the feeling that it could provide no more than a weak palliative. It consisted of an underwater fight between frogmen and frogwomen, armed with guns similar to those used in the past for submarine fishing, but with a greater range and efficiency, and with knives which, in hand-to-hand combat, could serve equally well to stab a hole in someone’s chest as to cut the oxygen supply tubes. The players would swim around in a giant aquarium with transparent sides and viewing terraces installed around it.
‘What do you think?’ Betty asked her companion.
He pulled a face and did not reply at once. Around them the researchers were busy going about their work in silence. There were about fifty in this laboratory, all of them young, many of them still pursuing their studies or having recently finished them. The psychologist still had hopes that a miraculous remedy could be discovered through the imagination of the young people. Each of them had at their disposal a work table and an easel for drawing on, which enabled them to study and to perfect the visual aspects of this or that plan. Sometimes when a provisional plan proved to be worth it, they could call upon professionals to create a coloured image of their idea.
In a studio attached to the laboratory it was possible to conduct experiments on the effects produced by volunteer actors on spectators chosen at random. In addition to these practical arrangements there were cameras and projection equipment, making it possible to analyse all aspects of the game in detail, and to eliminate anything that seemed tedious and keep only those elements which were of greater interest.
These budding scholars were all given enormous freedom. They worked in any way they wished and were only judged by their results. They all had different methods. Some liked to work in groups, discussing th
eir ideas with their colleagues and collaborating with them. Others preferred to pursue their research alone and did not present their project until it was perfected.
Faced with the less than enthusiastic silence of her colleague, Betty spoke to the head of the laboratory, who was standing on the other side of the desk.
‘What do you think of it yourself, Rousseau?’
It was the young student who had got himself noticed by his psychology teachers. Betty had promoted him to head of the laboratory, hoping that this distinction would stimulate his inventive mind. It seemed that she was mistaken on this point. In fact the opposite had happened: the young man’s critical mind had developed, to the detriment of his creative genius.
‘I found, Madame, that it had some interesting aspects,’ he replied. ‘Otherwise I would not have allowed myself to present it to you.’
The lack of conviction in the tone of his voice seemed to give the lie to the sense of his words.
‘Explain what you mean,’ she said, impatiently. ‘I feel that you are not being open. Don’t hesitate to express any criticisms. I’m here to listen to them.’
