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Fasting the Plastiphage

              The  flaw  in  this  system,  of  course,  was  that  the  oil
              would not last forever. Shortsighted and conservative,
              the Hierotechs maintained an irrational belief that more
              petroleum  would  miraculously  appear  when  needed;
              that, in their own words, “Burdleim will provide.” This
              much I inferred from Stimgage’s random remarks. The
              inevitable crisis occurred not very long ago, probably in
              the  second-to-last  generation.  General  knowledge  of
              these  events  is  not  to  be  found  outside  the  temple
              walls,  and  what  is  known  within  them  is  already
              becoming  mythologized.  After  carefully  analyzing
              Stimgage’s account of the miracle, I feel the following
              is a fairly accurate rendering of the essential facts.

              When the  last bit of oil  had been  transformed  into a
              plastikon,  the  Hierotechs  began  to  panic.  No  more
              petroleum had materialized. They began to doubt their
              faith  in  Burdleim.  Some  of  the  younger  Hierotechs
              wanted  to  smash  the  machinery  and  create  a  new
              religion of Burdleim-worship without idols, much like
              the old iconoclastic  monotheism on Earth. The older
              ones,  most  particularly  the  High  Priest,  refused  to
              abandon  the  old ways.  From  what  Stimgage  told me,
              however,  it  is  clear  that  the  elder  Hierotechs  realized
              what the superstitious populace would do to them once
              it  was  believed  that  Burdleim’s  blessing  had  been
              withdrawn. They were, in fact, secretly preparing to flee
              the  Great  Temple  and  hide  in  desert  sanctuaries
              unknown to the uninitiated.

              Then  the  miracle  occurred.  In  their  anxiety  and
              confusion, the Hierotechs almost missed recognizing it.
              A small boy from a distant mountainside village entered
              the temple grounds one morning during the height of
              the  crisis  and  managed, owing  to  the  general  disarray
              within,  to  pass  unnoticed  all  the  way  to  the  High
              Priest’s chambers. There he found the old man sewing
              bits  of  shiny  metal  into  the  lining  of  his  robes,

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