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The Dilemma of Imaginary Worlds

Carrick tells the story of how he once created an imaginary world so vividly that he felt it had materialized into another reality. He found himself trapped in that barbaric world he had imagined, unable to return. He had to adapt and survive by telling stories about that world, which people believed were pure fiction, unaware that he had created it.

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The Dilemma of Imaginary Worlds

Carrick tells the story of how he once created an imaginary world so vividly that he felt it had materialized into another reality. He found himself trapped in that barbaric world he had imagined, unable to return. He had to adapt and survive by telling stories about that world, which people believed were pure fiction, unaware that he had created it.

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Exile - Edmond Hamilton

What I would give to have not talked about Science Fiction that night! If I hadn't done it
we would have done, at this moment I would not be obsessed with that bizarre
It's an impossible story that could never be proven or disproven.

What I wouldn't give to not have talked about Science Fiction that night! If I hadn't
we would have done, at this moment I wouldn’t be obsessed with that bizarre
an impossible story that could never be proven or refuted.
But when it comes to four professional writers of fantasy stories,
I suppose the topic was inevitable. Despite the fact that we managed to postpone it.
during the entire dinner and the drinks we had afterwards, Madison, happily,
he summarized his hunting trip, and then Brazell started a discussion
about the Dodgers' forecasts. Later I was forced to divert the
conversation in the realm of fantasy.
It wasn't my intention to do something like that. But I had drunk one too many Scotch, and that
it always makes me analytical. And I enjoyed the perfect appearance that the
four of us were ordinary people.

Protective camouflage, that's what it is - I announced. How much we strive to act.


like good, normal, and ordinary boys!
Brazell looked at me, a little annoyed by the abrupt interruption.
What are you talking about?
-Of us four -I replied-. What a splendid imitation of citizens
Facts and rights! But we are not happy with that... None of us.
On the contrary, we are violently dissatisfied with the earth and with everything.
his works; that's why we spend our lives creating one after another, worlds
imaginaries.
I assume that the small detail of doing it for money has nothing to do with it.
-inquired Brazell skeptically.
Of course, I admitted. But we all create our worlds and towns.
impossible long before writing a single line, right? even since
Our childhood, right? That's why we are not comfortable here.
We would feel much worse in any of the worlds we described.
-replica Madison.

At that moment, Carrick, the fourth member of the group, intervened in the conversation.
I was sitting in silence as usual, a glass in hand,
pensive, not paying attention to us.

Carrick was rare in many ways. We knew little about him, but it
we appreciated and admired his stories. He had written fascinating tales,
thoroughly elaborated in their entirety on an imaginary planet.

The same happened to me on one occasion," he said to Madison.


-What? -asked Madison.
What you just suggested... I once wrote about an imaginary world and
then I was forced to live in it - replies Carrick.
Madison burst out laughing.
I hope it was a more habitable place than the chilling planets in
those that I lay out my lies.
Carrick didn't even smile.
-Had I known I would live in it, I would have created it very differently- he murmured.
Brazell, after casting a meaningful glance at Carrick's empty cup, us
she winked and asked in a sweet voice:
Tell us how it was, Carrick.
Carrick did not take his eyes off the cup while he turned it between his fingers.
speak. He paused between one sentence and another.

It happened immediately after I moved next to Grand Central.


of Energy. At first glance, it seemed like a noisy place, but in reality, it
I lived very peacefully on the outskirts of the city. And I needed tranquility.
to write my stories.

I set out to work on the new series I had started, a collection


of stories that would occur in that imaginary world. I started by creating
in detail all the physical characteristics of that world and of the universe
that contained it. I spent the whole day focused on it. And when I finish, something
It clicked in my mind!

That brief and strange sensation felt like a sudden materialization. I


I remained there, immobilized, while I wondered if I would be.
going crazy, for I suddenly had the certainty that the world I had
created throughout the day had just crystallized into a concrete existence in
some part.

Of course, I ignored that strange idea, I left home and forgot about the matter.
But the next day it happened again. I spent most of the time on the
creation of the inhabitants of the world of my story. There is no doubt there were.
I imagined humans, although I decided that they wouldn't be too civilized because
this would make conflicts and the violence essential for my plot impossible.

Thus, I had conceived my imaginary world, a world of people that was


half-civilized. Imagine all their cruelties and superstitions. I stood up to their
barbaric and picturesque cities. And, just when that click resonated.
new in my mind.

So if I was really scared, I felt it even more strongly than the first time.
I had that strange conviction that my dreams had materialized to give
I step into a solid reality. I knew it was madness; however, in my
In my mind, I had the incredible certainty. I couldn’t abandon that idea.

"Try to convince me to discard such a crazy conviction. If there was really


created a world and a universe just by imagining them, where were they located?
Certainly not in my own cosmos. I could not contain two universes...
completely different from each other.

But what if that world and this universe of my imagination had materialized
in reality in another empty cosmos? A cosmos located in a dimension
different from mine? One that contained only free atoms, matter
report that had taken shape until, in some way, my
concentrated thoughts made them take the images that I had
dreamed?

Meditate on that idea of the strange way in which the laws of logic are applied.
to impossible things. Why the stories that I imagined had not
returned to reality on previous occasions and only now had they begun to
Do it? Well, there was a plausible explanation for that. I live near the Great
Power Plant. Some unsuspected current of energy emanating from it
I directed my condensed imagination, like a super amplifying force, towards
a empty cosmos where I shocked the shapeless mass and made it take possession of the
shapes that I dreamed of.

Did you believe in that? No. Of course not, but I knew it. There is a difference.
between knowledge and belief; as someone said: 'All men
They all know that one day they will die and no one believes that day will come. Well, with me
the same thing happened. I realized that it was not possible for my fantastic world
I would have acquired a physical existence in a different dimensional cosmos,
even so, at the same time, I had the strange conviction that it was so.

And then I came up with something that seemed fun and interesting to me. What if
Did I create myself in that other world? Would I also be real in it?
I tried. I sat at my desk and imagined myself as one more.
among the millions of individuals in that fictional world; I was able to create a whole
a coherent family and historical background for me in that place. And something in me
"mind clicked!"

Carrick paused. He was still contemplating the empty cup he was shaking.
slowly between his fingers.
Madison encouraged him to continue:
-And I'm sure you woke up there and a beautiful girl approached you and
You asked, 'Where am I?'
It didn't happen that way, Carrick replied gloomily. Not at all, I woke up.
in that other world, yes. But it wasn't like a real awakening. Simply,
I appeared there suddenly.

I was still me, but I was the me imagined by myself for that other world. It
it was about another self that had always lived there..., in the same way as their
ancestors. You see, I had created everything.

And my other self was as real in the imaginary world created by me as it had been.
I was in my own. That was the worst. Everything in that half-civilized world was
so vulgar within their reality...
He took a pause.

At first, it felt strange to me. I walked through the streets of those barbarians.
cities and I looked at the faces of the people with an urgent desire to scream
out loud: 'I imagined all of you! None of you existed until I did it.
I dreamed them!
However, I didn't do it. They wouldn't have believed me. To them, I was nothing more than
an insignificant member of their race. How could they believe that they, their
traditions and their history, their world and their universe, had suddenly emerged
thanks to my imagination?

When my initial turmoil ceased, I disliked the place. I had created it.
too barbaric. The savage violence and cruelties that had...
as seductive as material for a story, they were aberrant and
repulsive in my own flesh. I only wished to return to my world.

And I couldn't go back! There was no way. I had the vague feeling that I could
imagine myself back in my world just as I had imagined my journey to that one
another. But it was in vain. The strange force that had brought about the miracle did not
It was functioning in the opposite direction.

"I had a pretty bad time realizing that I was trapped in a world"
unpleasant, exhausted and barbaric. At first, I thought about committing suicide. Without
embargo, I didn't do it. Man adapts to everything. And I adapted as best as I could.
I was able to the world created by me.

What did you do there? I mean, what role did you fulfill? -Brazell asked.
Carrick shrugged.
He did not master the skills and abilities of the world he had created. Only
I had my own trade... that of telling stories.
I started to laugh.
You don't mean to say that you started writing fantasy stories?
He nodded, somber.
I had no other choice. It was the only thing I could do. I wrote stories.
about my own real world. For those people, my stories were of a
overflowing imagination... and they liked it.

We started to laugh. But Carrick remained dead serious.


Madison took the joke to its ultimate consequences.

And how did you manage to finally return home from that other
world that you had created?
-Never come back home! -Carrick replied with a bitter sigh.

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Carrick's realization that he cannot return to his original world signifies the irreversible consequences of a creative imagination unanchored from reality. His entrapment in the fictional world he composed represents the idea that once certain boundaries between imagination and reality are crossed, returning to a previous state might become impossible. This situation epitomizes the theme of exile inherent in the title, as Carrick is banned from his familiar world due to his own creative endeavors. The narrative explores the permanence of creative actions, illustrating that imagination has the power to transform one's existence so profoundly that reversing its effects is not an option. Carrick's plight serves as a cautionary tale about the potential costs of immersing too deeply into one's fantasies without a mechanism for return .

'Exile' employs the theme of a surreal experience to comment on the malleability and subjectivity of human perception concerning reality. Carrick’s surreal transition from creator to inhabitant of his imagined world exemplifies how perceptions can diverge from objective truth, blurring the boundaries between what is real and imagined. This theme reflects a postmodern concern with reality's constructed nature, emphasizing that belief and perspective can alter the perceived fabric of existence. The story suggests that human consciousness can project and transform an individual's reality contingent on their imaginative and cognitive inputs, thus highlighting how deeply perception and reality intertwine. It comments on the potential instability of reality as a concept entirely dependable on one's mental and existential viewpoint .

The energy plant near which Carrick lives serves as a symbolic and literal catalyst in his narrative of creating a fictional world. Carrick speculates that an unsuspected current of energy from the plant acts as a super-amplifying force that directs his imagination towards an empty cosmos. This implies that the energy plant's presence might have facilitated or enhanced his creative process, leading to the perceived materialization of his fictional world. The plant represents the intersection of science and imagination, suggesting that environmental conditions can influence the creative mind, potentially bridging the gap between imagined and real dimensions .

"Exile" examines the theme of dissatisfaction with reality through the lens of fantasy writers who create imaginary worlds as an escape from their dissatisfaction with the actual world. The protagonist notes that the group of writers is 'violently dissatisfied with the earth and with everything' and they live by creating imaginary worlds. This sentiment is expressed during their conversation where they allude to being uncomfortable with their reality, which has driven them to fabricate fictitious universes where they would feel worse if they actually lived in them. Carrick’s own story of becoming trapped in a world he created demonstrates this theme poignantly, as he describes his regret at having to live in a world he initially thought would be an escape, only to find it to be equally if not more dissatisfying .

'Exile' illustrates escapism in literature through Carrick’s initial creation of a fictional world as a refuge from a dissatisfying reality. The concept comes full circle when the escape turns into confinement, capturing the potential drawbacks of escapism. Carrick's world, conceived as a retreat, ultimately becomes a prison, negating his intent to create an idealized realm for himself. This transformation underscores a critical insight into escapism: while it provides temporary solace, it can also result in unforeseen entanglement and disillusionment if left unchecked. The narrative warns against excessive reliance on imaginative escape, showing that neglecting the complexities of the real world can lead to unintended consequences and loss of agency .

Hamilton conveys thematic messages about the unpredictable and often uncontrollable dynamics between creators and their creations through Carrick's experience. The narrative explores how the creator's intention can diverge significantly from the eventual outcome; Carrick's idealized world becomes a trap rather than an escape. It also examines the autonomy of creation, suggesting that once brought into existence, creative works can assume a life independent of their maker, set into motion by forces beyond the creator's control. Hamilton underscores the cautionary principle that creators have a responsibility and must be mindful of the potential reality their creations may occupy and impact. Carrick’s inability to reshape his reality after its initial creation reinforces the idea that once unleashed, imagination can have unforeseen real-world effects that creators must confront .

The interactions between the characters reveal diverse attitudes towards the concept of living in a fictional world. Initially, there is skepticism and humor about such an idea, as illustrated by Madison's and Brazell's joking responses to Carrick’s assertions about inhabiting his made-up universe. Madison laughs off the notion, expressing camaraderie in the shared incredulity of such experiences. Carrick's grave demeanor and sober recounting stand in contrast, highlighting his personal, serious encounter with the circumstances. This dynamic showcases the range of perceptions: from disbelief and jest on one hand to genuine contemplation and struggle on the other, which deepens the group's discourse on the deeper implications of creating and living within fictional constructs .

Carrick’s belief that his imaginary world materialized into real existence carries profound philosophical implications regarding the nature of reality and imagination. It challenges the notion of objective reality by suggesting that imagined constructs can achieve a form of realness, thus implying that reality might be subjective and influenced by belief. This view aligns with solipsistic ideas, where the mental perception creates and shapes one's experienced universe. Furthermore, the narrative blurs the line between creator and creation, implying philosophical questions about the creator’s responsibility and the possibility of imagined beings holding an existence independent of their creator. This belief resonates with theories of parallel universes or multiverses in which authorship and conceptualization alone can bring about realms capable of housing tangible experiences, even though traditionally these are seen as merely speculative and fantasy-driven .

Carrick’s experience illustrates the complex relationship between belief and knowledge when creating fictional worlds. He describes having a conviction that his imagined stories materialized into a real existence even though logically, he knew it was madness. This highlights the difference he perceives between knowledge, which is the logical understanding that it is impossible for his world to be real, and belief, which is driven by his creative imagination and the sensation of reality. Carrick even acknowledges a difference between knowing something is impossible and having an inexplicable conviction that it is. In his narrative, the creative process merges his intense belief with his cognitive understanding, demonstrating a tension between the fantastical and the rational .

The concept of "protective camouflage" in the story refers to the behavior of fantasy writers who create works to hide their dissatisfaction with reality, acting as ordinary individuals while harboring creative and imaginative complexities. The protagonist highlights this when he mentions that the group strives to act like ordinary citizens but does so precisely because they are not content with their real environment. Carrick's admission that he was forced to live in an imaginary world he created reveals how this camouflage operates not only as a protective measure but as a form of existential exploration. It underscores a duality prevalent in creative professions, where the outer persona masks the inner world, suggesting that crafting imaginary realms serves both as an escape and as a means of coping with personal and external dissatisfactions .

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