13th August
09:43 GMT -6
"A few years ago now I read a book. I don't remember what it was called, something in the
Dune series. Wasn't particularly good, wasn't particularly bad, but what struck me as odd was the author's choice of focus. Previous instalments in the series had been focused on intrigues and battles for control of the planet Arrakis. In the novel I read, the planet was destroyed in a single line as part of an empire wide attack. How? Why? There were any number of possible methods and reasons which.. I would have assumed warranted a paragraph at least, something about how the forces stationed there to defend it were… Betrayed? Outnumbered? Overwhelmed by technological superiority? If the story is about a war, the reader needs enough of a description to get a
sense of the war, surely?"
Neither the facility's chief educator nor the three subordinate educators appear to have any comment to make.
"So that you're
aware-" A construct image appears in front of me. "-Brimstone is currently in the outskirts of the city he attacked, having bypassed the external shields-" By shoulder charging them. "-fried all of the local combat drones and incinerated the first relief force. Since there hasn't been a
second relief force yet, I'm assuming that your top physicists and technologists are examining the telemetry from the previous attempts in order to try and come up with something clever."
"Which means that they're not paying attention to what
I'm doing."
I fold my arms behind my back, Darkseid style, and walk over to a nearby observation window. Below, young Psions are lying in baby loungers while educational programs play on the interior of masks covering their eyes and ears. The Citadel goes in for cybernetic data uploads but it seems that Psions eschew that for something a little more low tech. Curious.
"I couldn't help but notice that you appear to have expanded your facility lately. Quite aside from the building work, your records indicate that the most recent batches are considerably larger than past batches." I half turn to face them. "Why is that?"
The senior educator glowers at me. "You're going to die, alien."
"Almost certainly." I nod. "
But not today, and not by your hand. Why are you expanding?"
"I will not betray my people by giving an alien invader information."
"Why ever not? Either, I believe myself to be a moral and heroic individual and hence will not attack a non-military target, or I'm a monster and will slaughter your next generation in order to undermine your civilisation regardless of what you tell me. As such, your answer will make no difference to my actions and the most loyal thing you can do is keep me talking. Give people a chance to work out that something is
off."
"I'll tell you."
I raise my eyebrows as one of the subordinate educators pipes up. Wasn't expecting that, though I suppose it's true that Psions don't have the same rigid hierarchy that some mad science species have. His superior turns his glower on
him.
"You will
not."
"Or what? The chance of us surviving is minimal anyway, and he's right about there not being much chance of what we say making any difference to the thing we're actually responsible for.
We're resources too. Our creation, education and experience has a value and shouldn't just be discarded."
I nod. "Rational self-interest. Well done that man. So?"
"We're increasing production. Most of the children here will be sent out to create pioneer colonies in order to reduce our dependence on-"
Ping.
"-alien traders for information and test subje-."
"
Lying."
"What do you mean, lying? How do you know?"
"I don't, but Mother Box is pretty good at picking up lies." I turn fully back to face them, walk a few steps towards them and crouch down. "Tell me the truth, or my telepathic little friend gets to shred your mind for the information."
He matches my stare for several moments before looking away with a snort. "Everyone will find out in a few days anyway. We finally cracked the technique our ancestors used for making X'Hal and her children. The Citadel has an army of intelligent Citadelians and a fleet prepared for a war outside of the Vega Systems. We're upping our own growth so that we can continue to serve as the technological arm of the Citadel Empire as they expand."
"I had assumed that tales of the Citadelians' simple mindedness were exaggerated."
The senior educator shakes his head. "Trust me, they're not. We were assigned to do feasibility studies on improving their indoctrination uploads. It was
painful, trying to get them to learn
anything. If a batch of Psions ended up like that we'd euthanize them and execute everyone else involved."
"So, the Citadel Empire expands." I
create a construct image of the local stellar region. "Taking the territory of mostly single-world civilisations already in hock to one pirate group or another, then eventually running into the Crown Imperium. I thought that the pirate groups were semi-unified."
"They
were." Apparently the chief educator doesn't consider it treacherous to give me information on
other people. "Then the Spider Guild tried to muscle in. The Guild
lost, but the weak-willed freebooters didn't want to try and take their Nest World by storm."
"No, that could be quite costly for people only interested in fighting for money."
"So they told the Queen that they'd negotiate a settlement, lured her to Rashashoon and shot her dead. The Spiders retaliated and killed the
pirate leaders and now the whole area's descended into anarchy. Most of those mongrels will probably
jump at the chance to work for the Citadel Empire."
The junior educator snorts. "Which is why any of that is
our problem."
One of the other juniors shrugs. "Not that the Citadel
needs other people for raw muscle any more."
I smile. "Or other people to do their research and development any more. Not if they're intelligent."
The senior educator rolls his eyes. "They may not be
stupid but they're still
Citadelians. They don't have the
attitude for proper science, or even precision engineering.
They'll-"
I raise my right hand and
generate a construct shield.
"-
need us-"
The particle beam hits my shield, flares of white, blue and pink burning and biting at the construct barrier as the drone projecting it drops stealth in order to redirect power to its weapon.
I reinforce the shield and nod to the Sphere. She aims and fires repeatedly until the offending drone ceases fire and falls smouldering to the floor.
"-for…"
I dismiss the shield construct. "Reasonable effort with the weapon but I'm marking you down for the stealth." The one junior who hasn't spoken yet mutters something that might be an obscenity. "Did you think I was wearing these goggles to shade my eyes from the sun? Did you think these power rings were fakes?" They nervously watch my face. "No more talking around the subject. The indoctrination techniques you use on your young; how much direct uploads do you use?"
The lead educator makes an expression of distaste. "
None. There's no way to do that sort of thing without compelling their mind states to adopt rigid structures which are completely unsuitable for our purposes. Psions
need to be able to reflect on the information they're given in order to integrate it properly."
"And your cultural indoctrination?"
"It happens gradually and rationally. We teach them to value things that Psions have and other species don't. We're better than almost everyone, and we'll eventually overhaul everyone else as well."
That's… Curious.
"Who would you say is… Better?"
All four of them take on an expression of profound distaste. After a few moments pass, the senior educator raises his head slightly. "Your people clearly have advanced technology, and your physical abilities are quite remarkable. But there's only one of you, so either you're few in number or you're enhanced much further than the rest. You may be strong but your civilisation is probably weaker than ours."
Yah-huh.
"Then there are the Dominators, but their social structures are too rigid. We'll surpass them eventually."
"How about… The Guardians of the Universe?"
He shakes his head. "We have nothing but admiration for their science and technology. But they waste their time trying to nursemaid weak civilisations, and that means that their armsmen are too spread out to enforce their will properly."
Hm.
Ping.
No, but it
is an opening.
"Thank you, gentlemen. You've given me a lot to think about. I'm going to leave you alive. Continue your work with my blessing." I turn away, a hush tube opening in front of me. "And do try not to get incinerated while I'm gone. I may still have a use for you."