THE OBSOLESCENT WASHING-MACHINE
He started life in an iron scrap dump; at least, that was as far back as
he could remember. One day, that part of the dump in which he existed
was cleared and transported to a foundry. They were unloaded in a
backyard and were left to await their fate. They waited anxiously,
occasionally discussing among themselves what they would eventually
become. Then, one day, they were moved and dumped together into a
smelting furnace. After hours in infernal heat they were poured out and
moulded into slabs. He could not tell how much of the others ended in
his slab but was satisfied that he was the greater part of it. He felt
justified in regarding the whole slab as himself.
A short while later he was sold, with a number of fellow-slabs, to a
manufacturer. He was cut, forged, tampered, machined on a lathe and
finally polished. The process seemed endless but eventually he was
pleased when he was assembled into an engine for a washing-machine. He
was installed in a steel casing with an aluminium drum which was his
responsibility to drive. The casing was sprayed a gleaming enamel white.
At last, he was a finished product.
He was shipped to a retailer and was polished until he was glowing. He
was photographed and even filmed with pretty actresses for
advertisements. He was given a certificate of guarantee, promising the
public that he could satisfactorily perform all that was claimed on the
certificate. He was very proud of himself and looked forward with
excitement to the day he would enter active service.
One day an expensively-dressed couple came into the store and inspected
him. After a short discussion with the sales manager, they bought him
and paid the full price in cash. He was delivered to a two-storey house
and installed in a small laundry room behind the kitchen. The mistress
explained in great detail to the servants how he was to be operated. She
then left him to them with instructions to try him out.
The servants' first reaction to him was one of admiration and
appreciation. They put him to the test immediately and found the result
of his labour more than satisfactory. Furthermore, the job was done
quickly and required very little work on the part of the servants. He
was very happy with himself and thought this would enhance his favour
with them. But this was not so. The servants, instead, felt uneasy:
"Does this mean the mistress is indicating to us that she is no longer
satisfied with our work? Are we getting too old for her liking? Will
this machine soon deprive one of us of a job?"
Soon their admiration and joy turned to resentment and dislike. They
decided not to use him anymore. For well over a month he remained
unused. He began to worry whether he would start, let alone work
smoothly. His day of trial eventually came when the mistress discovered
that he had been left idle. She insisted that he be put to use again. He
gave a sigh of relief when he started easily enough. However, the
servants reacted to his well-being with a vengeance. They loaded him to
the full capacity twice every day. Beside everyday laundry, he was often
used to take on heavy curtains, couch covers and large bed spreads. The
strain put on him soon began to show its effects. His electrical wiring
occasionally short-circuited while his plumbing developed minor leaks
here and there. He was tired and badly needed repair and a rest.
The mistress rang the agent and asked their service department to send
someone to have a look at him. When the maintenance man arrived, he
opened him up and gave him a thorough inspection, noting down all that
needed repair or replacement. After he had completed his examination he
quoted the mistress a price for the job. The repair cost was
considerable and the mistress thought it was a bit too much, especially
since her free repair warranty had expired a month ago. The man agreed
with her and suggested that she would save money in the long-run if she
traded in the machine for a new one. He showed her catalogues for their
new and improved models, explaining persuasively the many innovations
introduced in the new models. They were "computerised" and had many
different "automatic programmes" for different materials. They also came
in many pastel colours. She asked him to wait while she discussed it
with her husband. When she came back she was smiling and told the man to
send for a salesman.
The salesman came that very afternoon and within fifteen minutes all was
settled. The next morning the new machine arrived. The new machine was
sprayed a pastel shade of apple green. To the old machine, he was as
unseemly as a grand piano on a concert platform. The new machine stood
near the old one waiting for it to be disconnected. "Look out, don't be
too pleased with yourself. With the present rate of development in
technology it will be sooner than you think when you too will be
considered obsolete, then it will be your turn to be replaced." The new
machine answered, "Don't worry about me. My designers have made
allowances for that. My system was designed in such a way that I can be
adapted to any innovations that may be developed in the future."
The old machine was moved to a workshop away from the city. There he was
stripped down completely, washed, cleaned and reassembled. He was
completely rewired and his rubber hoses were replaced. He was given a
new coat of enamel paint. After all this he felt refreshed and as good
as new.
He was placed in a shop window and marked for sale at less than half the
price of a new machine even though outwardly he looked just as good. He
thought he was worth more, considering his experience and the time spent
in preparing himself for service.
A farmer on his way up the mountain suddenly felt a drop of water falling on his
forehead. He said to himself, "Strange! The sky is clear with only one hawk
flying about and yet I swear I felt a drop of rain."
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