{"id":7837,"date":"2025-05-31T00:11:07","date_gmt":"2025-05-31T04:11:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lecturia.org\/?p=7837"},"modified":"2025-11-09T21:11:00","modified_gmt":"2025-11-10T01:11:00","slug":"isaac-asimov-exile-to-hell","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lecturia.org\/en\/short-stories\/isaac-asimov-exile-to-hell\/7837\/","title":{"rendered":"Isaac Asimov: Exile to Hell"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Synopsis:<\/strong> \u201cExile to Hell\u201d is a short story by Isaac Asimov, published in May 1968 in Analog Science Fiction and Fact magazine. In a society where life depends on a complex technological infrastructure, damaging facilities is an unforgivable crime. While playing a game of chess, two programmers discuss the humanity of the most severe punishment under the law: exile, a relentless punishment that forces the guilty party to leave their familiar surroundings and be sent to an inhospitable place feared by all, where survival is an unbearable burden.<\/p>\n\n\n

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\"Isaac<\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n

Exile to Hell<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Isaac Asimov
(Full story)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe Russians,\u201d said Dowling, in his precise voice, \u201cused to send prisoners to Siberia in the days before space travel had become common. The French used Devil\u2019s Island for the purpose. The British sailed them off to Australia.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He considered the chessboard carefully and his hand hesitated briefly over the bishop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Parkinson, at the other side of the chessboard, watched the pattern of the pieces absently. Chess was, of course, the professional game of computer-programmers but, under the circumstances, he lacked enthusiasm. By rights, he felt with some annoyance, Dowling should have been even worse off; he was programming the prosecution\u2019s case.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was, of course, a tendency for the programmer to take over some of the imagined characteristics of the computer\u2014the unemotionality, the imperviousness to anything but logic. Dowling reflected that in his precise hair-part and in the restrained defiance of his clothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Parkinson, who preferred to program the defense in the law cases in which he was involved, also preferred to be deliberately careless in the minor aspects of his costume.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He said, \u201cYou mean exile is a well-established punishment and therefore not particularly cruel.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo, it is particularly cruel, but also it is well-established, and it has become the perfect deterrent.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dowling moved the bishop and did not look upward. Parkinson, quite involuntarily, did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Of course, he couldn\u2019t see anything. They were indoors, in the comfortable modern world tailored to human needs, carefully protected against the raw environment. Out there, the night would be bright with its illumination.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When had he last seen it? Not for a long time. It occurred to him to wonder what phase it was in right now. Full? Gleaming? Or was it in its crescent phase? Was it a bright fingernail of light low in the sky?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

By rights it should be a lovely sight. Once it had been. But that had been centuries ago, before space travel had become common and cheap, and before the surroundings all about them had grown sophisticated and controlled. Now the lovely light in the sky had become a new and more horrible Devil\u2019s Island hung in space.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No one even used its name any longer, out of sheer distaste. It was \u201cIt.\u201d Or it was less than that, just a silent, upward movement of the head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Parkinson said, \u201cYou might have allowed me to program the case against exile generally.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhy? It couldn\u2019t have affected the result.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNot this one, Dowling. But it might have affected future cases. Future punishments might be commuted to the death sentence.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFor someone guilty of equipment-damage? You\u2019re dreaming.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt was an act of blind anger. There was intent to harm a human being, granted; but there was no intent to harm equipment.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNothing; it means nothing. Lack of intent is no excuse in such cases. You know that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt should be an excuse. That\u2019s my point.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Parkinson advanced a pawn now, to cover his knight. Dowling considered. \u201cYou\u2019re trying to hang on to the queen\u2019s attack, Parkinson, and I\u2019m not going to let you. Let\u2019s see, now.\u201d And while he pondered, he said, \u201cThese are not primitive times, Parkinson. We live in a crowded world with no margin for error. As small a thing as a blown-out consistor could endanger a sizable fraction of our population. When anger endangers and subverts a power line, it\u2019s a serious thing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI don\u2019t question that\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou seemed to be doing so, when you were constructing the defense-program.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI was not. Look, when Jenkins\u2019 laser beam cut through the field-warp, I myself was as close to death as anyone. A quarter hour\u2019s additional delay would have meant my end, too, and I\u2019m completely aware of that. My point is only that exile is not the proper punishment!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He tapped his finger on the chessboard for emphasis, and Dowling caught the queen before it went over. \u201cAdjusting, not moving,\u201d he mumbled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dowling\u2019s eyes went from piece to piece and he continued to hesitate. \u201cYou\u2019re wrong, Parkinson. It is the proper punishment. Look, we all feel our absolute dependence on a complicated and rather fragile technology. A breakdown might kill us all and it doesn\u2019t matter whether the breakdown is deliberate, accidental, or caused by incompetence. Human beings demand the maximum punishment for any such deed as the only way they can feel secure. Mere death is not sufficient deterrent.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes it is. No one wants to die.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThey want to live in exile up there even less. That\u2019s why we\u2019ve only had one such case in the last ten years, and only one exile. There, do something about that!\u201d And Dowling nudged his queen\u2019s rook one space to the right.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A light flashed. Parkinson was on his feet at once. \u201cThe programming is finished. The computer will have its verdict now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dowling looked up phlegmatically, \u201cYou\u2019ve no doubt about what that verdict will be, have you? Keep the board standing. We\u2019ll finish afterward.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Parkinson was quite certain he would lack the heart to continue the game. He hurried down the corridor to the courtroom, light and quick on his feet as always.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Shortly after he and Dowling had entered, the judge took his seat, and then in came Jenkins, flanked by two guards.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jenkins looked haggard, but stoical. Ever since the blind rage had overcome him and he had accidentally thrown a sector into un-powered darkness while striking out at a fellow worker, he must have known the inevitable consequence of this worst of all crimes. It helps to have no illusions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Parkinson was not stoical. He dared not look squarely at Jenkins. He could not have done so without wondering, painfully, as to what might be going through Jenkins\u2019 mind at that moment. Was he absorbing, through every sense, all the perfections of familiar comfort before being thrust forever into the luminous Hell that rode the night sky?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Was he savoring the clean and pleasant air in his nostrils, the soft lights, the equable temperature, the pure water on call, the secure surroundings designed to cradle humanity in tame comfort?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

While up there\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The judge pressed a contact and the computer\u2019s decision was converted into the warm, unmannered sound of a standardized human voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cA weighing of all pertinent information in the light of the law of the land and of all relevant precedents leads to the conclusion that Anthony Jenkins is guilty on all counts of the crime of equipment-damage and is subject to the maximum penalty.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There were only six people in the courtroom itself, but the entire population was listening by television.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The judge spoke in prescribed phraseology. \u201cThe defendant will be taken from here to the nearest spaceport and, on the first available transportation, be removed from this world and sent into exile for the term of his natural life.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jenkins seemed to shrink within himself, but he said no word.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Parkinson shivered. How many, he wondered, would now feel the enormity of such a punishment for any crime? How long before there would be enough humanity among man to wipe out forever the punishment of exile?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Could anyone really think of Jenkins up there in space, without flinching? Could they think, and endure the thought, of a fellow-man thrown for all his life among the strange, unfriendly, vicious population of a world of unbearable heat by day and frigid cold by night; of a world where the sky was a harsh blue and the ground a harsher, clashing green; where the dusty air moved raucously and the viscous sea heaved eternally.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the gravity, that heavy\u2014heavy\u2014heavy\u2014eternal \u2014pull!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Who could bear the horror of condemning someone, for whatever reason, to leave the friendly home of the Moon for that Hell in the sky\u2014the Earth?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

THE END<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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