Definitely Maybe Chapter 8 - The Homeostatic Universe
Chapter 8 is the heart of the entire book. This is where everything changes. And it starts with two men drinking tea in a quiet apartment.
Just the Two of Them
Everyone has left. The debate is over. Glukhov walked out. Zakhar stormed off. Weingarten went home. It’s just Malianov and Vecherovsky now, sitting in the kitchen with tea and chocolates.
The narrative shifts to first person here. Suddenly it’s “I” instead of “Malianov.” The Strugatsky brothers do this to pull you closer. The distance disappears. You’re not watching a character anymore. You’re inside his head.
The mood is strange. Almost peaceful. Like the calm after everyone stops arguing and you just sit there, tired, with a warm cup in your hands. I know this feeling well. After long faculty meetings where nothing got resolved, you’d find yourself in someone’s office, drinking bad tea, too exhausted to pretend.
The Dead and the Broken
They talk about Snegovoi. Vecherovsky says it plainly: Snegovoi “couldn’t stand the pressure” and “made his choice.” That choice was death. There’s no drama about it. Vecherovsky states it like a fact, the same way you’d say the temperature dropped overnight.
Then they talk about Glukhov. Malianov realizes that Glukhov was also under pressure. Maybe for years. And he broke. He gave in so completely that he doesn’t even remember what it felt like to fight. He made peace with giving up and built a whole life around it. TV and tea and pleasant conversation.
Vecherovsky isn’t angry at Glukhov for giving up. People make choices. But he is angry that Glukhov tried to sell that choice to others. That’s the difference between surrendering and recruiting.
Why Malianov Wants Aliens
Here’s something that hit me hard when I read it.
Malianov keeps going back to the supercivilization theory. Aliens are doing this. Some advanced intelligence is sabotaging their work. And Vecherovsky finally asks him: why do you want it to be aliens so badly?
Because aliens are an enemy you can negotiate with. You can talk to aliens. You can make a deal. You can fight them or surrender to them on terms. They have motives you can understand.
Vecherovsky says something that stuck with me: humans rejected God but they still need a myth. They need someone in charge. Someone with a plan. The idea that nobody is in charge, that there’s no one to blame and no one to petition, is the scariest thought of all.
I grew up in a country where there was always someone in charge. The Party. The Director. The Committee. When things went wrong, you could at least shake your fist at someone. The idea that there’s no one there, that the wall you’re hitting isn’t a wall but just the shape of reality itself? That breaks people in a different way.
The Theory
And then Vecherovsky tells Malianov his theory. The Homeostatic Universe.
Here it is, as simply as I can put it. The universe has a structure. Two forces battle inside it: entropy, which is disorder, and intelligence, which fights disorder. These forces are balanced. The universe maintains itself.
But what if intelligence gets too powerful? What if it grows to the point where it could actually overcome entropy on a cosmic scale? That would change the structure of the universe itself. And the universe doesn’t allow that. The same way it enforces the conservation of energy or the speed of light, it enforces a limit on how far intelligence can go.
The scientists aren’t being attacked by aliens. They’re bumping up against a law of nature. Their research was getting too close to something that would tip the balance. So the universe pushed back. Not with malice. Not with a plan. Just the way water flows downhill. Just the way a fever kills an infection.
You can’t negotiate with gravity. You can’t file a complaint against the second law of thermodynamics. And you can’t ask the Homeostatic Universe to please leave you alone while you finish your paper.
The Weight of It
Malianov sits with this. D.A. Malianov, one man with a notepad full of equations, versus the entire universe.
He quotes a poem. I’ll paraphrase it: “They told me this road leads to the ocean of death, so I turned back. And now I walk crooked, roundabout, godforsaken paths.”
That’s the choice. Go forward and be destroyed, or turn back and wander lost for the rest of your life. There’s no third option. There’s no door number three where you get to be a great scientist and also live a normal, safe life.
As someone who left academia, this hit close to home. Not because the universe was fighting me, but because there are moments where you realize the cost of the path you’re on. And you have to decide if you’re willing to pay it.
The Telegram
Then Irina arrives. Out of nowhere. She got a telegram from Snegovoi that said: “DMITRI BAD HURRY TO MAKE IT IN TIME.”
But Snegovoi was already dead when that telegram was sent. Nobody sent it. The machine just printed it out on its own.
Irina flew in from Odessa in a panic. She describes the flight, packed into planes with coffins and refrigerators. It’s absurd and terrifying and very Soviet all at once. This is the universe at work again. It brought Irina back because Irina is another form of pressure. Not because she’s bad. Because she’s someone Malianov loves, and love makes you vulnerable.
The chapter ends and you just sit there. The Strugatsky brothers have pulled the rug out completely. There is no enemy. There is no conspiracy. There is only the universe, doing what it does, and a handful of people who are too small to stop it.
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