There is no way out or round or through.
(H. G. Wells)
It was a quandary, thought Chinese prime minister Deng Xixian, a very muddled affair. But was there a way that wasn't shady? The highly venerated American allies were out to save the world from cannibalism. This was a noble goal, yet not necessarily one Deng could share at any price. The Children of Zhúlóng were no savages; their state was highly sophisticated; and they were a part of China, even if a grimy one.
He had tried to negotiate with them before, but had flatly been spurned. This time, he had sent Cáo Qiángmīn, the ace negotiator up in his sleeve. Yesterday, Cáo had returned. He was a Child of Zhúlóng now, he had fessed up meekly. There had been no other way to survive. It wasn't contagious, however, and he was promising not to repeat the repast. – They had agreed to keep the incidence secret. – Okay, if the Children blared it out, Cáo would have to scurry. If not, Deng was determined to keep him.
The Children, Cáo was reporting, were ready to stop their advance – and even to go back to the line Changde – Nanchang – Jinhua, if the aerial attacks on them were stopped. And they would agree to an informal armistice. – Cáo's impression was that cannibalism would be dropped sooner or later. It had been born out of utter need, but wasn't required any longer, now that the Children had conquered so much fertile land. There might occur some sudden changeover in the leadership – and the Children would revert to normal citizens.
Well, thought Deng, it wouldn't be that easy. The stigma would last. – The realm of the Children couldn't just pretend to be normal. A total disintegration was required, but without that the achievements on the ground were destroyed. Scorched earth was not an acceptable solution; China had already lost so much. – It could be arranged: rebellion, short civil war, crack-up – and the forces of the Great Qing Empire moving in swiftly, just to discover that the cannibals had all run away – and only normal people were left...
The greatest problem, however, was to sell this conception to the highly venerated American allies. They were sincerely believing that the Children were abysmally evil and had to be exterminated. The US media were reinforcing this crusade attitude. Talking them into accepting a solution à la Deng was going to require a lot of talking. W. Averell Harriman might be pliable, the chap was easy to impress, but folks in Washington, far away from China but in the grip of the US media, could be supposed to be obstinate.
The US military would oppose any soft line approach. The local commander, Admiral Arthur W. Radford, was an absolute war hawk. His claim was to win the war by bombing and gassing the cannibals into oblivion. There was no need for talking, if one just kept smashing the abominations. – Cáo said this was nonsense. The Children had adapted to the aerial attacks by dispersal and decentralisation. The bombing raids were, however, doing a lot of damage to the infrastructure, whereas the gas attacks were plainly ineffective.
But the bombing campaign was very popular in the US. There were hardly any own casualties, because the air defence of the Children was more than weak. – On the ground, the Americans were leaving conduct of affairs to their Chinese allies – and were only supplying weapons, ordnance and matériel. – Yet, even if one managed to increase US losses, that would only prod them to increase their efforts. It was a mess, and Deng was racking his brain for a viable solution.
(H. G. Wells)
It was a quandary, thought Chinese prime minister Deng Xixian, a very muddled affair. But was there a way that wasn't shady? The highly venerated American allies were out to save the world from cannibalism. This was a noble goal, yet not necessarily one Deng could share at any price. The Children of Zhúlóng were no savages; their state was highly sophisticated; and they were a part of China, even if a grimy one.
He had tried to negotiate with them before, but had flatly been spurned. This time, he had sent Cáo Qiángmīn, the ace negotiator up in his sleeve. Yesterday, Cáo had returned. He was a Child of Zhúlóng now, he had fessed up meekly. There had been no other way to survive. It wasn't contagious, however, and he was promising not to repeat the repast. – They had agreed to keep the incidence secret. – Okay, if the Children blared it out, Cáo would have to scurry. If not, Deng was determined to keep him.
The Children, Cáo was reporting, were ready to stop their advance – and even to go back to the line Changde – Nanchang – Jinhua, if the aerial attacks on them were stopped. And they would agree to an informal armistice. – Cáo's impression was that cannibalism would be dropped sooner or later. It had been born out of utter need, but wasn't required any longer, now that the Children had conquered so much fertile land. There might occur some sudden changeover in the leadership – and the Children would revert to normal citizens.
Well, thought Deng, it wouldn't be that easy. The stigma would last. – The realm of the Children couldn't just pretend to be normal. A total disintegration was required, but without that the achievements on the ground were destroyed. Scorched earth was not an acceptable solution; China had already lost so much. – It could be arranged: rebellion, short civil war, crack-up – and the forces of the Great Qing Empire moving in swiftly, just to discover that the cannibals had all run away – and only normal people were left...
The greatest problem, however, was to sell this conception to the highly venerated American allies. They were sincerely believing that the Children were abysmally evil and had to be exterminated. The US media were reinforcing this crusade attitude. Talking them into accepting a solution à la Deng was going to require a lot of talking. W. Averell Harriman might be pliable, the chap was easy to impress, but folks in Washington, far away from China but in the grip of the US media, could be supposed to be obstinate.
The US military would oppose any soft line approach. The local commander, Admiral Arthur W. Radford, was an absolute war hawk. His claim was to win the war by bombing and gassing the cannibals into oblivion. There was no need for talking, if one just kept smashing the abominations. – Cáo said this was nonsense. The Children had adapted to the aerial attacks by dispersal and decentralisation. The bombing raids were, however, doing a lot of damage to the infrastructure, whereas the gas attacks were plainly ineffective.
But the bombing campaign was very popular in the US. There were hardly any own casualties, because the air defence of the Children was more than weak. – On the ground, the Americans were leaving conduct of affairs to their Chinese allies – and were only supplying weapons, ordnance and matériel. – Yet, even if one managed to increase US losses, that would only prod them to increase their efforts. It was a mess, and Deng was racking his brain for a viable solution.