A much more serious problem was caused by human anatomy, not entirely adapted to cosmic conditions: 'The astroengineers lost sleep over this but not the science fiction writers, who being artists simply didn’t mention it'. The trivial problem was solved only by computer-controlled devices, cleverly called defecators.
As always with Lem, Peace on Earth announces future technologies that may soon (hopefully not!) become reality. The writer, however, is sceptical about the methods of their application since, for various more or less explainable reasons, they are used most actively by the military industry. However, the progress of science cannot be stopped, so it is hard not to reckon with the far-reaching consequences of the miniaturisation of weaponry.
It is no longer the atom, nor hydrogen, nor the power of increasingly powerful cannons and missiles that plays a significant role in the fights of opposing states or military alliances. Following the example of quickly recovering insect populations, which come out almost unscathed from various climate or natural disasters, military engineering has turned to the production of hard-to-track and stop clouds of billions of micro-props, as Stanisław Lem called the moving micro-automata. These insect-like inventions are capable of squeezing through the tiniest gaps to merge into whatever they were designed to be, such as a centaur, as in the novel, or a more complex machine bringing death and havoc. This state of affairs, by the way, ceases to be novelistic fiction and slowly, almost before our eyes, becomes reality.
In Peace on Earth, the author refers to his earlier novels. For example, in The Invincible a cloud of micro-automata destroyed the contents of the brains of all living beings. In turn, in Memoirs Found in a Bathtub a virulent bacterium decomposed paper, and therefore everything that was written on it. Yet another invention is the so-called remote control mentioned in Peace on Earth, i.e. an automaton filled with electronics that perfectly performs in the place of a human being, and from a safe distance, the activities that he himself would prefer to avoid (we already have, for example, a remote device for disarming explosive devices).
Leaving aside, however, the purely technical solutions to the issues connected with space missions, one cannot forget that Lem’s novel provides not only a large dose of emotions as the adventurous thriller it is but also important reflections of a strictly ethical nature. Commander Ijon Tichy’s disability, acquired during the journey to the lunar training ground, caused him to be seen as little more than a hard drive containing valuable information, but with no one able to crack its code. Presumably this is the only reason why the protagonist of the novel has not been eliminated by hostile forces, including, unfortunately, his own employers.
If he had completed his mission with a full report, as a man still in possession of equally priceless knowledge, he would not have been able to move freely on our planet. Fortunately for him, his superiors failed to fully exploit him, saving him from inevitable annihilation. There is probably no greater injustice on this best of worlds, when the reward for a job well done is death at the hands of the former patrons.
Fleeing from his enemies as well as from his employers, Ijon Tichy systematically pursued the essence of things, as much as his callosotomy allowed him to. The multi-layered masquerade of appearances or games in which he was entangled surpassed all his previous adventures. The thing is, however, that a much greater threat to him was not the conquest of outer space, but an attempt at a relatively peaceful life on Earth, which – for the time being – should give us something to think about.
- Stanislaw Lem, Peace on Earth, Harvest/HBJ Book, 2002, English translation: Elinor Ford with Michael Kandel, format: 123 x 197 mm, binding: soft with wings, number of pages: 240, ISBN: 9780156028141