Terry Pratchett - Darwin's Watch

But remember: what's most interesting about your beliefs, to anyone who does not share them, is not whether you're right - it's that what you believe is a window into the workings of your mind. `Ah, so you think like that, do you?'

This is where the great mystery of human existence leads, and where all explanations are true - for a given value of `true'.

THE GLASS GLOBE OF ROUNDWORLD had been installed on a pedestal in front of Hex by the time most of the senior faculty were up and milling around. They were always at a bit of a loose end when Second Breakfast had finished and it wasn't yet time for Elevenses, and this looked like entertainment.

`One asks oneself whether it really is worth saving,' said the Chair of Indefinite Studies. `It's had huge ice ages before, hasn't it? If the humans are too stupid to leave in time, then there's bound to be another interesting species around in half a million years or so.'

`But extinction is so ... sort of ... final,' said the Lecturer in Recent Runes.

`Yes, and we created their world and helped them become intelligent,' said the Dean. `We can't just let them freeze to death. It'd be like going on holiday and not feeding the hamster.'

A watchmaker as part of the watch, thought Ponder, adjusting the university's biggest omniscope; not just making the world, but tweaking it all the time ...

Wizards did not believe in gods. They didn't deny their existence, of course. They just didn't believe. It was nothing personal; they weren't actually rude about it. Gods were a visible part of the narrativium that made things work, that gave the world its purpose. It was just that they were best avoided close up.

Roundworld had no gods that the wizards had been able to find. But one that was built in ... that was a new idea. A god inside every flower and stone ... not just a god who was everywhere, but a god who was everywhere.

The last chapter of Theology of Species had been very impressive ...

He stood back. Hex had been busy all morning. So had the Librarian. Right now he was carefully dusting books and feeding them into Hex's hopper. Hex had mastered the secret of osmotic reading, normally only ever attempted by students.

And the Librarian had located a copy of the right Origin of Species, the book Darwin ought to have written. It had a picture of Darwin as a frontispiece. With a pointy hat he would have passed for a wizard anywhere. If it came to that, he could have passed for the Archchancellor.

Ponder waited until the wizards had settled down and opened their popcorn.

`Gentlemen,' he said, `I do hope you've all read my analysis ...?'

The wizards stared at him.

`I worked very hard on it all morning,' said Ponder. `And it was delivered to all your offices ....'

There was more staring.

`It had a green cover. ...'Ponder prompted.

The staring was quite intense now. Ponder gave in.

`Perhaps I should remind you of the important points?' he said.

The faces lit up.

`Just jog our memories,' said the Dean, cheerfully.

`I discussed alternate timelines in phase space,' [1] said Ponder. That was a mistake, he could see. His fellow wizards weren't stupid, but you had to be careful to shape ideas to fit the holes in their heads.

[1] Phase space, in a given context, is the space of everything that might have happened, not just what did. See The Science of Discworld.

`Two different legs in the Trousers of Time,' said Ponder. `In the year 1859, by the counting system commonly in use in that part of Roundworld, a book changed the way a lot of people thought about the world. It just happened to be the wrong book-'

`Prove it,' said the Chair of Indefinite Studies.

`Pardon, sir?'

`Well, correct me if I'm wrong, but supposing Theology of Species was the right book?' said the Chair.

`It muted scientific - that is, technomantic - progress for almost a hundred years, sir,' said Ponder, wearily. `It slowed down humanity's understanding of its place in the universe.'

`You mean that it was built by wizards and left on a shelf in a corridor?' said the Chair.

`That's only true on the outside, sir,' said Ponder. `My point is, something happened to Mr Darwin at some time in his life that caused him to write the wrong book. And it was wrong. Yes, it would have been the right book here on Discworld, sir. We know there is a God of Evolution.'

`That's right. Skinny old chap, lives on an island,' said Ridcully. `Decent sort, in his way. Remember? He was redesigning the elephant when we were there. With wheels, very clever. Very keen on beetles, too, as I recall.'

`So why'd Darwin write this theology book instead?' the Chair of Indefinite Studies persisted.

`I don't know, sir, but as I wrote on page 4, I'm sure you recall, it was the wrong book at exactly the right time. Nevertheless, it made sense. There was something in it for everyone. All the technomancers had to do was leave a place in their science for the local god, and all the priests had to give up were a few beliefs that none of the sensible ones believed anyway-'

`Such as what?' said the Dean.

`Well, that the world •was created in a week and isn't very old,' said Ponder.

`But that's true!'

`Once again, only on the outside, Dean,' said Ponder smoothly. `As far as we can tell, Theology of Species polarised intellectual opinion in a curious way. In fact, haha, it equatorialised it, you might say.'

`I don't think we would,' said Ridcully. `What does the word mean?'

`Ah ... er, on a globe, the equator is an imaginary line around the middle,' said Ponder. `What happened was that the bulk of the technomancers and the priests got behind the ideas expressed in Darwin's book, because they gave everyone pretty much what they wanted. Quite of few of the technomancers had a strong belief in the god, and most of the brighter priests could see big flaws in the dogma. Together, they were a very large and influential force. The hard-line religionists and the unbending technomancers were marginalised. Out in the cold. Polarised, in fact.' This rather neat pun, although he said it himself, failed to get even a groan of acknowledgement, so he went on: `They didn't agree with the united group and they certainly didn't agree with one another. And, thus, happy compromise ruled. For well over sixty years.'

`That's nice,' said the Lecturer in Recent Runes.

`Er ... yes, sir, and then again, no,' said Ponder. `Technomancy doesn't work well in those circumstances. It can't make real progress by consensus. Hah, being led by a bunch of self-satisfied old men who are more interesting in big dinners than asking questions is a recipe for stagnation, anyone can see that.'

The wizards nodded sagely.

`Very true,' said Archchancellor Ridcully, narrowing his eyes. `That was an important point which needed to be made.'

`Thank you, Archchancellor.'

`And now it needs to be apologised for.'

`Sorry, Archchancellor.'

`Good. So, Mr Stibbons, what do-'

There was a rattle from Hex's writing engine. The spidery arms wove across the paper and wrote:

+++ The Chair of Indefinite Studies is correct +++ The wizards clustered round.

`Right about what?' said Ponder.

+++ Charles Darwin of Theology of Species was for much of his life a Rector in the Church of England, a sub-set of the British nation +++ the computer scrawled. +++ The chief function of the priests of that religion at the time was to further the arts of archaeology, local history, lepidoptery, botany, palaeontology, geology and the making of fireworks +++

`Priests did that?' said the Dean. `What about the praying and so on?'

+++ Some of them did that too, yes, although it was considered to be showing off. The God of the English did not require much in the way of sacrifice, only that people acted decently and kept the noise down. Being a priest in that church was a natural job for a young man of good breeding and education but no very specific talent. In the rural areas they had much free time. My calculations suggest that Theology of Species was the book that he was destined to write. In all the histories of third-level phase space, there is only one in which he writes The Origin of Species +++