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Stasheff, Christopher – St Vidicon to the Rescue

Prologue

THE MARTYRDOM OF ST. VIDICON OF CATHODE

"Praise God, from Whom electrons flow! Praise Him, the Source of all we know! Whose order's in

the stellar host! For in machines, He is the Ghost!"

"Father Vidicon," Monsignor reproved, "that air has a blasphemous ring."

"Merely irreverent, Monsignor." Father Vidicon peered at the oscilloscope and adjusted the

pedestal on Camera Two. "But then, you're a Dominican."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"Simply that what you hear may not be what I said." Father Vidicon leaned over to the switcher and

punched up color bars.

"He has a point." Brother Anson looked up from the TBC circuit board he was diagnosing. "I

thought it quite reverent."

"You would; it was sung." The Monsignor knew that Brother Anson was a Franciscan. "How much

longer must I delay my rehearsal, Father Vidicon? I've an archbishop and two cardinals waiting!"

"You can begin when the camera tube decides to work, Monsignor." Father Vidicon punched up

Camera Two again, satisfied that the oscilloscope was reading correctly. "If you insist on bringing in

cardinals, you must be prepared for a breakdown."

"I really don't see why a red cassock would cause so much trouble," the Monsignor grumbled.

"You wouldn't; you're a director. But these old camera tubes just don't like red." Father Vidicon

adjusted the chrominance. "Of course, if you could talk His Holiness into affording a few digital

cameras …"

"Father Vidicon, you know what they cost! And we've been the Church of the Poor for a century!"

"Four centuries, more likely, Monsignor—ever since Calvin lured the bourgeoisie away from us."

"We've as many Catholics as we had in 1355," Brother Anson maintained stoutly.

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"Yes, that was right after the Black Death, wasn't it? And the population of the world's grown a bit

since then. I hate to be a naysayer, Brother Anson, but we've only a tenth as many of the faithful as we

had in 1960. And from the attraction Reverend Sun is showing, we'll be lucky if we have a tenth of that

by the end of the year."

"We've a crisis in cameras at the moment," the Monsignor reminded. "Could you refrain from

discussing the Crisis of Faith until they're fixed?"

"Oh, they're working—now." Father Vidicon threw the capping switch and shoved himself away

from the camera control unit "They'll work excellently for you now, Monsignor, until you start

recording."

The Monsignor reddened. "And why should they break down then?"

"Because that's when you'll need them most." Father Vidicon grinned. 'Television equipment is

subject to Murphy's Law, Monsignor."

"I wish you were a bit less concerned with Murphy's Law and a bit more with Christ's!"

Father Vidicon shrugged. "If it suits the Lord's purpose to give authority over entropy into the

hands of the Imp of the Perverse, who am I to question Him?"

"For the sake of Heaven, Father Vidicon, what has the Imp of the Perverse to do with Murphy's

Law?" the Monsignor cried.

Father Vidicon shrugged again. "Entropy is the loss of energy within a system, which is self-

defeating; that's perversity. And Murphy's Law is perverse. Therefore, both of them, and the Imp, are

corollary to Finagle's General Statement: 'The perversity of the universe tends toward maximum.'"

"Father Vidicon," Monsignor said severely, "you'll burn as a heretic some day."

"Oh, not in this day and age. If the Church condemns me, I can simply join Reverend Sun's church,

like so many of our erstwhile flock." Seeing the Monsignor turn purple, he turned to the door, adding

quickly, "Nonetheless, Monsignor, if I were you, I'd not forget the Litany of the Cameras before I called

'roll and record.'"

"That piece of blasphemy!" the Monsignor exploded. "Father Vidicon, could St. Clare care enough

about television to be its patron?"

"She did see St. Francis die, though she was twenty miles away at the time—the first Catholic

instance of 'television,' 'seeing-at-a-distance.'" Father Vidicon wagged a forefinger. "And St. Genesius is

officially the patron of showfolk."

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"Of actors, I'll remind you—and we've none of those here!"

"Yes, I know—I've seen your programs. But do remember St. Jude, Monsignor."

"The patron of the desperate? Why?"

"No, the patron of lost causes—and with those antique cameras, you'll need him."

The door opened, and a monk stepped in. "Father Vidicon, you're summoned to His Holiness."

Father Vidicon blanched.

"You'd best remember St. Jude yourself, Father," the Monsignor gloated. Then his face softened

into a gentle frown. "And, Lord help us—so had we all."

Father Vidicon knelt and kissed the Pope's ring, with a surge of relief—if the ring was offered,

things couldn't be all that bad.

"On your feet," Pope Clement said grimly.

Father Vidicon scrambled up. "Come now, Your Holiness! You know it's all just in fun! A bit

irreverent, perhaps, but nonetheless only levity! I don't really believe in Maxwell's Demon—not quite.

And I know Finagle's General Statement is really fallacious—the perversity's in us, not in the universe.

And St. Clare…"

"Peace, Father Vidicon," His Holiness said wearily. "I'm sure your jokes aren't a threat to the

Church—and I'm not particularly worried by irreverence. I don't really think the Lord minds a joke now

and then. But I've called you here for something a bit more serious than your contention that Christ acted

as a civil engineer when He said that Peter was a rock, and upon that rock He'd build His Church."

"Oh." Father Vidicon tried to look appropriately grave. "If it's that feedback squeal in the public

address system in St. Peter's, I'll do what I can, but…"

"No, I'm afraid it's a bit more critical." The hint of a smile tugged at the Pope's lips. "You're aware

that the faithful have been leaving us in increasing droves these past twenty years, of course."

Father Vidicon shrugged "What can you expect, Your Holiness? With television turning everyone

toward a Gestalt mode of thought, they've become more and more inclined toward mysticism, needing

doctrines embracing the Cosmos and making them feel vitally integrated with it, but the Church still

offers only petrified dogma and logical reasoning. Of course they'll turn to ecstatics, to a video

demagogue like Reverend Sun, with his hodgepodge of T'ai-Ping Christianity, Taoism, and Zen

Buddhism…"

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"Yes, yes, I know the theories." His Holiness waved Father Vidicon's words away, covering his

eyes with the other palm. "Spare me your McLuhanist cant, Father. But you'll be glad to know the

Council has just finished deciding which parts of Teilhard's theories are compatible with Catholic

doctrine."

"Which means Your Holiness has finally talked them into it!" Father Vidicon gusted out a huge

sigh of relief. "At last!"

"Yes, I can't help thinking how nice it must have been to be Pope in, say, 1890," His Holiness

agreed, "when the Holy See had a bit more authority and a bit less need of persuasion." He heaved a sigh

of his own and clasped his hands on the desktop. "And it's come just in time. Reverend Sun is speaking

to the General Assembly Monday morning—and you'll never guess what his topic will be."

"How the Church is a millstone around the neck of every nation in the world." Father Vidicon

nodded grimly. "Priests who don't pass on their genes, Catholics not attempting birth control and thereby

contributing to overpopulation, Church income withheld from taxation—it's become a rather familiar bit

of rhetoric."

"Indeed it has; most of his followers can recite it chapter and verse. But this time, my sources

assure me he intends to go quite a bit further—to ask the Assembly for a recommendation for all U.N.

member nations to adopt legislation making all these 'abuses' illegal."

Father Vidicon's breath hissed in. "And with so large a percentage of the electorate in every country

being Sunnite…"

"It amounts to virtual outlawing of the Roman Catholic Church. Yes." His Holiness nodded. "And I

need hardly remind you, Father, that the current majority in the Italian government are Sunnite

Communists."

Father Vidicon stared. "They'll begin by annexing the Vatican!" He had a sudden nightmarish

vision of a Sunnite prayer meeting in the Sistine Chapel.

"We'll all be looking for new lodgings," the Pope said drily. "So you'll understand, Father, that it's

rather important that I tell the faithful of the whole world, before then, about the Council's recent

action."

"Your Holiness will speak on television!" Father Vidicon cried. "But that's wonderful! You'll be

…"

"My blushes, Father Vidicon. I'm well aware that you consider me to have an inborn affinity for the

video medium."

"The charisma of John Paul II with the appeal of John the XXIII!" Father Vidicon asserted. "But

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what a waste, that you'll not appear in the studio!"

"I'm not fond of viewing myself as the chief drawing card for a sideshow," His Holiness said

sardonically. "Still, I'm afraid it has become necessary. The Curia has spoken with Eurovision,

Afrovision, PanAsia-vision, PanAmerivision, and even Intervision. They're all, even the Communists,

willing to carry us for fifteen minutes …"

"Cardinal Beluga is a genius of diplomacy!" Father Vidicon murmured.

"Yes, and all the nations are worried about the growth of Sun's church within their borders, with all

that it implies of large portions of their citizenry taking orders from Singapore. Under the circumstances,

we've definitely become the lesser of two evils, in their eyes."

"I suppose that's a compliment," Father Vidicon said doubtfully.

"Let's think of it that way, shall we? The bottleneck, of course, was the American commercial

networks; they're only willing to carry me early Sunday morning."

"Yes, they only worry about religion when it begins to affect sales," Father Vidicon said

thoughtfully. "So I take it Your Holiness will appear about 2:00 P.M.?"

"Which is early morning in Chicago, yes. Other countries have agreed to record the speech and

replay it at a more suitable hour. It'll go by satellite, of course…"

"As long as we pay for it."

"Naturally. And if there's a failure of transmission at our end, the networks are not liable to give us

postponed time."

"Your Holiness!" Father Vidicon threw his arms wide. "You wound me! Of course I'll see to it

there's no transmission error!"

"No offense intended, Father Vidicon—but I'm rather aware that the transmitter I've given you isn't

exactly the most recent model."

"What can you expect, from donations? Besides, Your Holiness, British Marconi made excellent

transmitters in 1990! No, Italy and southern France will receive us perfectly. But it would help if you

could invest in a few spare parts for the converter that feeds the satellite earth station …"

"Whatever that may be. Buy whatever you need, Father Vidicon. Just be certain our signal is

transmitted. You may go now."

"Don't worry, Your Holiness! Your voice shall be heard and your face seen, even though the

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