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Aquifer Virginalis

            Izzy Azimuth spoke first. “I don’t know if you considered this,
          but each of the parties has something the other lacks. Those who
          have the water don’t know how much they have, or how long they
          can  keep  it  against  determined  marauders.  The  Dowsers,  then,
          could be of service; and the Clepsydras could constitute an addition
          to the Starkers’ defense arrangements if they can be domesticated
          and integrated. And you say the villagers have an exogamy problem.
          So you could introduce some characters, probably the younger ones
          among those antagonists, who could secretly meet and negotiate a
          settlement beneficial to all.”
            But Rutger Schlager would not hear of such an unlikely scenario.
          “Absurd!”  he  spluttered.  “You  expect  these  people  to  overcome
          generations  of  mistrust  and  hatred  just  because  some  flower-
          children naively go around waving peace signs? If the human race
          were  that  inclined  to  share  and  make  nice  with  each  other,  the
          world would not have devolved in the first place to the toxic desert
          you portray. No. More realistic, at least in my view, would be the
          Dowsers  driven  out  and  the  Clepsydras  fighting  to  the  death  to
          invade  and  conquer  Starkerville.  If  they  destroy  each  other,  then
          maybe  the  Dowsers,  who  were  watching  the  battle  from  a  safe
          distance,  could  move  in  and  take  over.  You’ve  defined  and
          described  a  regression  to  might  makes  right;  rationality  has  the
          chance of a snowball in hell.”
            “Well,” said Brad Razeberry, “if you want to preserve the utter
          nasty  hopelessness  of  the  situation,  you  could  have  the  Dowsers
          convincing the Clepsydras that the rumors about the great gushing
          geyser are true, and the two joining forces in a Pyrrhic victory over
          the Starkers—because they misinterpreted the hydrological data and
          in  fact  the  aquifer  was  just  about  to  run  dry,  anyway.  Everyone
          loses,  just  as  the  whole  planet  has  exhausted  its  resources  while
          nations  fought  each  other  over  the  profits  to  be  derived  from
          exploiting natural resources.”
            “If it were my tale,” put in Cyril Kornfleck, “I would concentrate
          on  the  Dowsers  as  the  smart  guys.  They  may  have  intellectually
          regressed to a pre-scientific understanding of the cosmos, but they
          have a text with presumably valid hydrological information and the

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