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Reason 79

09.25.03

the sleep of reason

by Michael Swanwick

with illustrations by

Francisco JosÉ de Goya y Lucientes

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79. [Plate 80]

The Nightmares Awaken

The eighteenth, nineteenth, and twentieth centuries were horror

incarnate. But the evils of the twenty-first were enough to gag a

nightmare. Trench warfare, the invasion and subjugation of Africa,

terrorism both private and state-sponsored, plantation slavery, nuclear

weaponry, charismatic maniacs by the score... They were as nothing

compared to what followed. Those airplanes flying into those buildings

and turning all those people to smoke? They were just the tocsin-bell

announcing that the game had begun.

Who would have dreamed we'd ever grow nostalgic for an era in which world

wars, genocide, and the systematic repression of human rights were

commonplace? But we did, and sooner than we could have imagined.

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T H A N K S !

All because the Man of Reason (who might or might not have been,

remember, Goya himself) fell asleep.

All the anguished world cries for the sleeper to awaken. Even the

nightmares join in. "Wake up! Arise!" they cry. "Damn you, pull yourself

up out of the darkness! Start using the brain God gave you! Are you

planning on wallowing in ignorance for all of eternity?"

And the sleeper moves! The light of a dawning sun is in his eyes. He

murmurs something in his sleep, and turns over on his side.

Okay, I think we all get this one. Could it be more obvious? Only if it

were written down on paper, wrapped around a brick, and smashed into your

gob.

Here's the thing, though: It's not up to you. You're just one person, and

you don't have the power to change the world all by yourself. Rather,

it's up to all of us. If we all put our shoulders to the wheel, we can

make a difference. And we can bring ourselves to make the effort, if only

we listen to what our nightmares are telling us:

It doesn't have to be this way.

So the world screams, and the nightmares scream, and the generations

unborn scream, and the generations that may never be born scream. "Wake

up!" they cry, all of them. "Open your goddamned eyes!" And then, well...

Do we?

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This is the 79th of 80 stories by Michael Swanwick written to accompany

Francisco Goya's Los Caprichos. For a listing of the most recently

available stories, go to The Sleep of Reason.

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