It Could Happen Here - CZM Book Club: Hermetica, by Alan Lea, Part Seven

Episode Date: September 14, 2025

Margaret brings you the conclusion of the tale of Hermetica.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Lee. For the past six weeks, you've been listening to me, read you Hermitica, unless you're binging it all at once, in which case it wasn't the last six weeks. It was the last, I don't know, four hours. Or you might actually be listening to just part seven and not the rest of it, because you just want to know how it ends. In which case, congratulations. You're going to learn how it ends. Anyway, Alan Lee is a pen name for Peter Gelderloos, who's a nonfiction author, but Alan Lee is the name that he writes science fiction under. And last time, on her medica, Days met a person named Shauna, an author who worked on the storylines.

After the slow collapse caused by climate change, pandemics, and eroding faith in the current systems, the government had turned to compartmentalization, whereby people were warehoused in essentially prisons and fed lies about the nature of their world to keep them confined, complacent, and present. Hermetica was one of these compartments, a storyline that produced scientific progress. Residents like Zimp, who were doing research on the starship, were actually running very small

and specific parts of other scientific inquiries, and the rest of everyone like days kept the whole thing going. Nobody has ever given enough information to pick apart the whole truth, and compliance and non-questioning attitude is prized. After Shawna has taken away, woke up to a screen with eight buttons. Two deactivated indicated that they wouldn't be able to choose to return to hermetica or the secession, which is also a storyline,

designed to keep violent fascist self-contained. And there are six possible worlds to choose from. And just as a heads up, this final part of the story deals with intense topics, including starvation and suicide. And so listen to it at a pace that works for you

if you feel like. Days awoke. Their head hurt. The cell was immaculate. There was no sign of their outburst. The column pinged. Days found a cup of water within. They drank it down. They went back to sleep. Days had been half awake for a long time before they finally forced their eyes all the way opened and rolled out of the cot. They drank some water and crossed to the other corner to piss. finally letting out a long sigh they went back to the screen with a bitter obedience

they put a finger to the fourth square the image was of a beautiful white building on a cliff with a majestic staircase winding down to a sandy beach on an azure sea people arrived in resplendent vehicles people evincing confidence charm and power the video however focused on attending them, bringing them to their rooms, cooking and serving their food, massaging them.

Days was surprised to see them use their hands directly and not any machines, fitting them into scoop gear on the back of a small boat. The attendants were also elegant, always smiling, always right on time, in the perfect place, and a carefully choreographed dance. The guests seemed very appreciative. One even shared a bottle of wine with an attendant on the edge of a hot tub. Days looked back at the cell, raising an eyebrow. Being tracked was always insulting, they realized, thinking back to the aptitudes. But when the system read you so wrong, the insult seemed even worse. Then again, they had no way of knowing if the option had not been placed on the screen to elicit exactly that reaction, to push them to another choice, or at least to influence.

the feeling of how many choices were available. Could one even speak of choice? Surely the system had already calculated the probability of every choice. On the whole menu, there were probably only two days might feasibly choose. Maybe even that calculation was optimistic. Perhaps the modeling was so exact that everything from the mood and the lighting and the promos to the order of the options were presented in were all designed to produce a single outcome. Which scenario had the system determined days could fit into best? They moved their

finger, if only to stop the parade of luxury and its servile attendance. The next image was quite the contrast. A forest, ancient trees, three people trekked through. They were tired, dirty, but there was strength in their eyes. They seemed like friends. One of them stopped, excited. They had something. The others gathered around. It was a moss growing at the base of a tree. They knelt down reverently, and one carefully scooped a sample into a small, self-sealing bag. Later, they were at a small station. It seemed to be in the middle of the same forest. They were running tests. One of them seemed to be giving first aid to a small amphibian, a variety of days had never seen before. The animal seemed to have some transparent, oily substance on its skin.

It was suffering, but the person tended it lovingly, cleaning it off, giving it an injection with a tiny needle. Later, they were gathered around a pond, releasing the amphibian, now healthy. It swam out into the water, joining others like it. The final square showed an angry crowd in a street, perhaps a protest. Days did not tap on the image.

They let their hand drop to their side as a deep sigh escaped their lungs. They turned and sat down on the cot. Six options. Six possible futures. One, they had not yet seen. Another, they definitely did not want. Two of them were appealing,

but they only seemed tenable for those times when they were on the up. And when would they be possibly feeling that way? again after all they had been through, after what they had to do now. The other two, they might work. They could imagine choosing a life like thought. But no, they realized angrily it wasn't their choice. None of these lives would ever be their choice.

And then they realized why had they never been allowed to see anyone who worked in this prison, not even a simple robot. With no one else here, no one who held authority over them. The place was merely a circumstance. stance, a fork in the road and not a prison, not a box someone had decided to lock them up inside. All of it reinforced the illusion of choice, as though they were in dialogue with those six options on the screen, as though they were about to choose their future life. But those worlds and all the worlds were like the prison itself, totally designed by those who had control,

completely inoculated against any choices they might make. The fact that they were invisible, the illusion that Days could control how they lived only augmented the architect's power. Looking back at the Plexi, Days thought about the button that had portrayed hermetica. It had initially been presented as inactivated and then removed entirely. At first, they made perfect sense. Why should they want to return to hermetica where they had been so unhappy? Everything about it was a lie. But then they reconsidered, that was their home, the place they had grown up.

everyone they knew was there still what right did those in charge have to remove days with a wave of disgust that hit like nausea they realized the arrogance of it all the compartmentalization the pretension of designing a world for them to live in circumscribing their futures but always in the guise of offering them choices if humans could go uninvited to another star system

why couldn't they go anywhere they pleased on their own planet and who had the authority to keep days from going home. They had no idea who the architects were, but they certainly didn't live on Dase's block. And to whom did a block belong, if not to those who lived on it? Did they just think they owned everything?

No. Suddenly it was clear what they wanted. Days banged on the Plexi. Hermetica! I want you to send me back to Hermetica! They yelled at the cell with growing conviction. Hermetica was hell, and that was why days had to go back.

Zimp, milty, even Axa, they were all trapped there, trapped in the lie. None of them deserved that, and days didn't deserve to be torn away from them, even though they had spent so much of their lives in solitude. But even the shrubs and flowers on the green had been their companions. And the sky. They banged again on the plexi. Let me go back to Hermatica. Was Snookum still there?

It didn't seem like the cat would be able to find days here. They started banging louder. They would go back. They would find their old friends. It wouldn't be perfect. The loneliness, the old anxieties, they would be waiting for them too. But they would tell them, and together, they would change things. Could it be possible?

Would the system let them go back? Shawna had said the system was set up for everyone to be productive in some way, and the purpose of hermetica was to produce scientists. Surely the passengers would still be productive even if they knew the truth. Days couldn't imagine that Zimp would ever give up teaching quantum mechanics. The others, too, would continue with their pursuits.

Only, they would do it on their own terms. They would get to decide what was useful or necessary once they were actually allowed to know the world they lived in. Could the system countenance such a modification? Would it deign to engage in dialogue with its subjects? But you know who will always engage in dialogue with their subjects? It's products and services, our benevolent overlords. My name is Ed. Everyone say, hello, Ed.

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But there was another factor that had always been there, beneath the endless circuits of conversation, the socials, peer-reviewed, the near-infinite data that circulated on hermetica. Even now, the entire system was seated just across the Plexi from Days. The cell itself constituted a dialogue, one that days had no role in shaping. They had been taught that science was freedom, the freedom to explore, to advance any argument, tied with a responsibility to test those arguments, and consider any criticism. The examples of Terran lit they had been given to read in primary school, often centered protagonists who burned with a desire to say what they really believed.

Basic history from Tara was full of the same theme, like the heroic contests between Socrates and the city, or between Galileo and the church. In a flash, Days realized the inputs they had been given as children steered them all towards a pre-selected conclusion. Just as the church had lulled its followers into a new prison by warning them of the dangers of idols and god kings. Hermetic had frightened them with tales of irrationality or excess, and given them blinders so they could move more efficiently along the one-dimensional path they had been assured was the best one. The social technologies that had linked freedom with expression

had become obsolete a century ago, if indeed they were ever real. Thinking furiously, days contrasted what they knew of the old ones, world, the world of Edna and Galileo, with what they knew of cybernetics. The true test to distinguish between a free system and a totalitarian system, they realized, had nothing to do with expression. On the contrary, totalitarian systems were now based on free expression, as much as possible. The real test was not communication, but action and influence. Grasping for some way to make sense of it all, a model that might interpret these disparate data. days thought back to programming classes from before the aptitudes.

In programmatic terms, are all elements enabled to rewrite code? That could be the mark of a free system, days supposed. When you write a program to scan for content in the library or to tell the block when to water the flowers on the garden, you're assuming that the books don't have their own lines they would rather share, that you know better than the flowers how much water they need. scale up to a system full of people, a system like hermetica, and now programmers are scanning people for specific content,

deciding how to feed and water them as though the programmers and not the objects of their program, no best. Days got a visit from a safety investigator because some of their behaviors tripped a security program Days was not even aware of. Modules' recommendations for days regarding medication, diet, entertainment, and all the rest were based on other programs, days had had no hand in crafting. Days might be invited to evaluate the program, to rate it,

and in fact, module constantly sought out feedback from days in the form of biostats and cognitive indicators, but they never had authorship over it. While the program's parameters surely aimed to ensure days' health, it was clear that a more fundamental parameter was the security of the overall system, the continued operation of central programming. If they were free, according to this rudimentary definition,

if they could reprogram the program they were caught up in, the elements on hermetica, the people, would mostly want to continue their research. Days was sure of it. After all, one of the things that had set them apart was unlike the rest of their cohort. They did not feel fulfilled by their work. Nearly everyone else did. And if they could, the others would want to redesign the work, modify its objectives and parameters.

If, instead of being trapped in a lie, they were allowed to dialogue with the other elements of the Earth system, formulating their own needs and requests pertaining to scientific research, they might arrive at shared sets of objectives and parameters. That's what a free system looked like. It didn't mean you were free of consequences or free of the need to compromise, but that every step of the way, you had a hand in shaping outcomes, and you could refuse a collaboration that was contrary to your interests. Surely that was a viable parameter?

Days felt breathless, wondered if Galileo had had a moment like this one. Their mind raced ahead. How does this thing, this free system, as they were venturing to call it, compare to its other? Perhaps the question posed was an overly binary lens, but it was a useful one for now. So if Hermetica, or the whole world, as seemed to be the case, were not a free system but a totalitarian system, what defined it as such? A totalitarian system, days felt confident in their hunch, would encourage input from all elements. But where would those inputs go? Not to the elements themselves.

Need to know, the new safety, trust the experts, remember the wiki, as well as the parallel world Shana had described, all these data seemed to point to the same fact. Only those with an exclusive administrative access would be able to analyze the inputs and decide how to act. on them. Of the system's total code, a large proportion would be fundamental protocols that the vast majority of elements would have no ability to alter. Again, alterations would be the prerogative of admin. Sure, some portion of the code could be modified by everyday elements with something like a guest or user level access, but the changes would be largely cosmetic and the parameters for those changes would be limited in advance by admin.

In the end, it didn't even matter who got to be admin so long as most people were just guests in their own system. So if days were allowed to go back, if the people on Hermitica could get free, it wouldn't mean the end of existence for whomever was in control. It simply meant that they would have to shift from relations of command to relations of reciprocity. Were they up for the change? What could days do, but insist?

They went back to banging. Their fist was bruising. Finally, cell recognized that ignoring Days was no longer the best option. Which metric had been tripped to change its stance? Physical damage to Days' body? Damage to the cell? Were there other people farther down the corridor who might hear? Before Days could consider what options for action these different possibilities might present,

a damage-prone plexy, a cell coded to protect their bodily integrity, other prisoners with whom they might communicate, The Plexi phased back into a screen. This time, only one item appeared, though it was huge and took up half the wall. A little unsubtle. It was the icon for the hermetica button, an inactivated gray scale, situated inside a red circle with a diagonal red line, crossing it out for good measure. Hermitica is not an option.

You have a 0% chance of being reassigned to hermetica. You have six options and must choose one of them before moving on to the next stage of your rehabilitation. This is your last warning to cease attempt a destructive activity of the structures of this cell. Nowadays slam both fists into the plexy again and again, followed by a series of frontal kicks. You motherfuckers, they screamed, taking the insults Shawna had to use. You kidnapping motherfuckers? Send me home. fuck your six choices send me home they were crying now that's my family give me my family back you motherfuckers a hissing sound came from the duct above days awoke their head hurt the plexy was intact

six squares glowed softly in its center there would be no dialogue whatever days might want or need was completely irrelevant they were a machine to be programmed They stayed a long time in bed. Your wants and needs are never irrelevant to the products and services to support this show. I'm sorry, the content keeps getting heavier and heavier and throwing ads. Feels, I don't know, whatever. Here's ads that keep us paid. You can make your own choices about if you listen to them or not, I guess.

My name is Ed. Everyone say hello, Ed. Hello, Ed. I'm from a very rural background myself. my dad is a farmer and my mom is a cousin, so like, it's not like... What do you get when a true crime producer walks into a comedy club? I know it sounds like the start of a bad joke, but that really was my reality nine years ago. I just normally do straight stand-up, but this is a bit different. On stage stood a comedian with a story that no one expected to hear.

On 22nd of July 2015, a 23-year-old man had killed his family. And then he came to my house. So what do you get when a true crime producer walks into a comedy club? A new podcast called Wisecrack, where stand-up comedy and murder takes center stage. Available now. Listen to Wisecrack on the IHeart Radio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts.

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Hosted by me, Vanessa Grigoriatus, this is the untold story of an industry built on ruthless ambition. Listen to Model Wars on the I-Heart Radio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. I'm a home guy that knows a little bit about everything and everybody. You hear that exclusive? I don't know if you don't lie about that, right? Lauren came in hot. From standout speeches to the shows and stars making all of the history, my podcast, The Latest with Lauren the Rosa, has your full Emmys breakdown.

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Presented by Capital One, founding partner of IHeart Women's Sports. And we're back. What was Shawna do, they wondered, crawling out of a sordid dream? If they were a writer, days could think of a fantastical ending to this story. They would choose one of the options sell offered them. They would explore their new world,

make friends. Together they would find a crack in the system, escape out into the real world, and live happily ever after. Or at least the story would end ambiguously with all the possibilities of the new world left unexplored. Readers encouraged to hope for the best. Another closed system bounded by the complicity of spectator,

who violated the first law of thermodynamics, creating something out of nothing, summoning hope and possibility out of a history that offered neither. They were in an eternal present days realized. There were no cracks, there was no outside the system, there was no real world apart from this one, the unseen what they could not know from their present vantage, that terra incognita in which they safely stashed their neuroses about a better world.

It wasn't an outside, and it certainly wasn't a whole world. The only shadows of possibility lay behind another enclosure. It was the darkness within a closed box, bounded and contained, and inside, nothing but Schrodinger's cat. Within that darkness, that uncertainty, days might imagine a whole world of possibilities, but really there were only two. The cat was either dead or trapped within the box, death or imprisonment. There were no other possibilities. Days would not tell themselves lies.

Days drifted in and out of sleep. The column pinged. There were pings in their dreams. How many times? They did not get up. They stayed in bed until their body ached. Stayed until it was past aching. Stayed until their dreams went on strike

and sleep refused to rescue them. They got up, went to the toilet. The pain in their midsection began to subside. They drank some water from the cold. column. The pain in their throat began to subside. They paced back and forth a few times, felt their blood flow, their mind come awake. Something whispered back there. It was like a pressure, a little package begging to be opened. The column pinged again and the thought was lost. It was clear now. They would keep them in here until they chose. There were six options and that was all.

they were prepared to feed them to keep them alive indefinitely a sort of suspended animation until they agreed to one of those six futures and that consent would be their first form of participation from then on all their actions would be modulated to improve their life within the bounds the architects had set when would an opportunity ever arise for something different when could they possibly hope to be in a situation where they had more leverage than those in charge. A simple thought popped into their mind. If not now, when? The whisper at the back of their mind returned, and they repeated the question, if not now, when. The pressure grew, the shape revealed itself, and as days led it unfold, they came through with a sudden force of violins and crescendo.

It was a song, the song they had been trying to summon for the last few days. It was Vivaldi's concerto number two in G minor, Laestette, Presto. And it thundered from their mind and throughout their very being, out their fingertips, and from their feet into the floor. The walls of the cell shook with the song. Cell was not entirely immune to life either. And days remembered another storm.

And the most important lesson of all. There are always other choices. There was always another way out. And then they saw the opportunity. They saw the exact point. where they had more leverage than those great and invisible who built entire worlds. Knowing Cell was watching, knowing their gesture mattered whether it had an audience or not, because it was an action that struck at the very nexus where all the system's powers came to a focus.

Days got up. They walked to the column and opened it. They took out the tray of food. There it was, the next meal, the bland mash of calories and vitamins that would keep them in this state of suspended animation until they made a a choice. One of the choices the system offered, another world, identical to this one in all but appearance. Would they have the chance to make this choice? Their own choice? They trembled, frozen to the spot, they doubted. Then they turned. One foot in front of the other, they crossed the toilet. Days didn't know if they would have the strength to follow their plan to the bitter end. They didn't know what their jailers would do to try to stop them. They were in uncharted territory, and that meant they were free already.

Days upended the tray, dumping all the food into the shallow bowl of the toilet. Still trembling, they returned the tray to the column, closed the little door, and sat back down on the cot. There would be no suspended animation, no slowly wearing them down until they chose a world immune to their touch. Over this, their own self, they had more leverage than the architects ever could. they had made their move they would refuse every one of their offered choices they were breaking out

the storm thundered and crashed all around but within days was tranquil calm ready for what might come days lay on the cot hugging their knees to their chest the pangs had left them some time

ago now their body felt warm and light they were on their way The cell came and went. They had seen Zimp, Miltie, had called out to them, but their friends couldn't hear, not yet. Snookums had visited, though Days couldn't remember if that had been in the cell, or back on her medica. It was a joyful reunion. They'll be coming for me soon, Days thought to themselves.

They had supposed from the start they wouldn't be allowed to just waste away. The jailers, whoever they were, could resort to force-feeding. But at least then, they would have to appear. to abandon their conceit that this was a circumstance and not a prison, one that they built and maintained. Days could count that as a victory, and no small one. A shudder passed through their body. It came with the force of catastrophe, like the whole world were shaking. Days found themselves panting as it subsided. They let out a long, trembling sigh, but still their heart raced. They were stretched out now

They rubbed their arms Embracing themselves You did all right If they didn't give themselves love Who would It had been a hard life Not the one they'd wanted So little to look back on

But as the light trembled and Sputtered malnourished Disbelieved Days felt another life ready to open like a flower And draw them in They imagined trumpets blowing and towers falling, and they smiled at the thought. You did all right, barely a whisper.

Everything was warmth. No one would remember them, but it was okay. Days had never wanted recognition. They would never be a hero. The neighbors from their block, practical people, they would disparage days as sacrifice if they knew, or at least try to dissuade them. Their world could not hold itself up if days were right.

Their labyrinths were longer to run, but it didn't matter. There were no winners here. Footsteps seemed to echo in the corridor. It didn't matter. Days doubted anyone could overcome their simple decision. They smiled. Let them try. None of it mattered.

Everything was warmth. Days could hear it now, not the corridor, not the cell, the music behind the music. They'd felt it there, their entire life, and now it sounded clearly. The colors, the sounds everywhere and everything. Days smiled. Days cried. They were on their way. The end.

I'm not going to discuss the story too much today, because we're going to do a discussion with the author in the near future. But, yeah, thanks to listening. To Hermetica by Alan Lee, and if you want to read more by the author, you can look him up under the other name he writes under, Peter Gelderloos, which is G-E-L-D-E-R-L-O-O-O-S. And he has a substack you can subscribe to to hear his takes on all the stuff going on in the world. And wherever you are listening to this, I hope you're taking care of yourself, and yeah, be well. It Could Happen Here is a production of Cool Zone Media.

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