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.Virtual reality biometric measurementsuggests that they'd be much more effectively utilized in the interpersonalaggression series." Her eyes sparkled with a dark excitement, leavened withapparent bewilderment at his blind dispassion.She showed no surprise, ofcourse, for nothing about his reaction was new to her."Are you going to have our data with the cross-series shifting ready for myconference in Cleveland next week? Remember that the public interfacesdepartment will have to translate the experimental design and data to refer tothe green monkey and prepare a junior researcher to present the paper." Hebent to feed a small orange wafer to fat, spotted fish."It's not nearly where we want it to be, I'm afraid.Still, theresults are adequate for a preliminary paper.I don't understand why you evengo to these things when you have to disguise your real work so much.Theprojected results for the monkeys, well, interfaces will do their best, butthe work won't be even remotely replicable after their translation.""That is the point, is it not? If they could replicate the work, what wouldEpetar's leadership need us for?" He smiled serenely, "I can at least tellothers in the field something of the important work we are doing, even if theycan neither appreciate it nor repeat it.Even if they do not know it is mywork." His last comment was a telling slip from Erick Winchon's habitualrhetoric of we."How many more trips are you making before year end?" she asked."Only three.It's the busy season, you know.Everyone wants an excuse to gosomeplace warm.Cleveland.Bah!" he grimaced."The next is in Jamaica.Stimulating conversation and some of the best coffee on Earth.What more couldone want? Although it is beyond me why they call it blue.The beans are asbrown as any others.I checked.I have been meaning to fix some seed stock forthem, but our other work is needed so much more."* * *Prida Felini, his assistant in the garden, was the mentat's favoriteEarth-raised Human.Barbaric, of course, but weren't they all? At least shewas honest about it.She could intellectually understood the need forPage 43 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlcivilizing humanity and had chosen to help.At the lowest level, their workset one barbarian against another.A rather regrettable zero sum play, butnecessary for the welfare of the species as a whole.Somebody had to look outfor them.With no clan system to care for humans in manageable chunks, thementat had selflessly shouldered the task.At least it was interesting work,which was some compensation.Erick Winchon had learned from hard experience that no matter how thoroughlyhe surrounded himself with competent people, any time he had to interact withEarther humans outside his own control, he had to check, check, and checkagain.There was no task so simple that it could not fail because of at leastone incompetent Earther somewhere along the chain from instruction todelivery.His species was manifestly capable of ordinary, proper work habits.Humanscould perfom quality work.There was something simply wrong aboutEarther upbringing and cultures that generated incompetent, spoiled adults.Itwas a source of great vexation to him.The goal of his research was nothingmore nor less than the deliverance of his species from its endless loop ofprimitive incompetence.Only then could the Human race become an optimal tankfor growing wisdom and advancement along the Path.Earthers would continue tobe resistant to becoming civilized and moving beyond their primitive habits.The lack of progress in curtailing the black market for meat in the SubUrbsproved that point.Enforcement was especially difficult when the Galacticscould not admit the goal of the measures to the Earther government or theinternal police of the SubUrbs.Frustrating.It was all very frustrating.That resistance problem was the whole reason testing of the behavioralremediation technology had to be so aversive.Only complete success wouldallow civilization of those who would, inevitably, resort to primitive forcein resistance.Winchon knew enough of Human history to be fully aware that hewould never be appreciated by humanity in his own lifetime, even with thatlife extended to the full range possible through rejuvenation.His estimatesfor the time necessary to civilize Earth varied.The longest was one-thousandthree hundred years.The range became considerably shorter the greater thepercentage of Human population could be shipped to planets already run byGalactics, and the more Earther humans could be induced to restrain theirreproduction and repopulation efforts.The Darhel were helping with bothproblems as much as possible, but progress had been disappointing.They paced by a miniature apple tree, talking softly.The Darhel Pardal had dismissed his body servants and sat behind his desk,turned to look out the large porthole into the black of space.In his mind, hecompared motives, positions, attributes, and interests.He had narrowed thelist of possible thieves to three rival groups, any of which could have usedthe extra currency to knock loose a lucrative expansion of their miningconcessions from the Darhel Tir Dol Ron, whose job included the administrationof Earth.Not that the humans understood the explicit nature of the position.The Gistar Group's operation mining niobium and tantalum in Africa hadcapital equipment that was reaching the end of exploitable resources on site.The Cnothgar Group's extraction facility for monazite sands in Brazil couldrefurbish equipment the Tir had mothballed and open at least three other sitesPage 44 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlwith that kind of financing.Adenar Group's molybdenum mining in Chilecouldn't be overlooked, not because he could see specific scope for expansion,but because they had succeeded so well in being cagey about their project.Which one? That was the hard question.It would be the height of stupidity tocompound Epetar's current troubles by starting a trade war with an innocentparty.However, the frontal assault on the group's currency reserves simplycould not go unanswered.It would be Adenar.They weren't happy about acertain defection, but it had followed long-established rules.It would be outof character for them to react this emphatically, but certainly possible.Hecouldn't be sure enough to act.He heard a reedy sound like a dying voorcn a flying animal huntedby.predators.on his homeworld.The thought, 'otherpredators,' didnot quite make it to the surface of his mind.The tiniest hint of the sweet,deadly pleasure of the Tal hormone provoked a shudder, warning him of ultimatebliss and death.He ruthlessly suppressed the forbidden thought.He becameaware that the offending sound was coming from the whistling of his ownbreathing through his teeth.He stopped the noise at once, instead instructing his AID to replay a holofile he had received that morning detailing the progress on an interestingproject his group was undertaking [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Virtual reality biometric measurementsuggests that they'd be much more effectively utilized in the interpersonalaggression series." Her eyes sparkled with a dark excitement, leavened withapparent bewilderment at his blind dispassion.She showed no surprise, ofcourse, for nothing about his reaction was new to her."Are you going to have our data with the cross-series shifting ready for myconference in Cleveland next week? Remember that the public interfacesdepartment will have to translate the experimental design and data to refer tothe green monkey and prepare a junior researcher to present the paper." Hebent to feed a small orange wafer to fat, spotted fish."It's not nearly where we want it to be, I'm afraid.Still, theresults are adequate for a preliminary paper.I don't understand why you evengo to these things when you have to disguise your real work so much.Theprojected results for the monkeys, well, interfaces will do their best, butthe work won't be even remotely replicable after their translation.""That is the point, is it not? If they could replicate the work, what wouldEpetar's leadership need us for?" He smiled serenely, "I can at least tellothers in the field something of the important work we are doing, even if theycan neither appreciate it nor repeat it.Even if they do not know it is mywork." His last comment was a telling slip from Erick Winchon's habitualrhetoric of we."How many more trips are you making before year end?" she asked."Only three.It's the busy season, you know.Everyone wants an excuse to gosomeplace warm.Cleveland.Bah!" he grimaced."The next is in Jamaica.Stimulating conversation and some of the best coffee on Earth.What more couldone want? Although it is beyond me why they call it blue.The beans are asbrown as any others.I checked.I have been meaning to fix some seed stock forthem, but our other work is needed so much more."* * *Prida Felini, his assistant in the garden, was the mentat's favoriteEarth-raised Human.Barbaric, of course, but weren't they all? At least shewas honest about it.She could intellectually understood the need forPage 43 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlcivilizing humanity and had chosen to help.At the lowest level, their workset one barbarian against another.A rather regrettable zero sum play, butnecessary for the welfare of the species as a whole.Somebody had to look outfor them.With no clan system to care for humans in manageable chunks, thementat had selflessly shouldered the task.At least it was interesting work,which was some compensation.Erick Winchon had learned from hard experience that no matter how thoroughlyhe surrounded himself with competent people, any time he had to interact withEarther humans outside his own control, he had to check, check, and checkagain.There was no task so simple that it could not fail because of at leastone incompetent Earther somewhere along the chain from instruction todelivery.His species was manifestly capable of ordinary, proper work habits.Humanscould perfom quality work.There was something simply wrong aboutEarther upbringing and cultures that generated incompetent, spoiled adults.Itwas a source of great vexation to him.The goal of his research was nothingmore nor less than the deliverance of his species from its endless loop ofprimitive incompetence.Only then could the Human race become an optimal tankfor growing wisdom and advancement along the Path.Earthers would continue tobe resistant to becoming civilized and moving beyond their primitive habits.The lack of progress in curtailing the black market for meat in the SubUrbsproved that point.Enforcement was especially difficult when the Galacticscould not admit the goal of the measures to the Earther government or theinternal police of the SubUrbs.Frustrating.It was all very frustrating.That resistance problem was the whole reason testing of the behavioralremediation technology had to be so aversive.Only complete success wouldallow civilization of those who would, inevitably, resort to primitive forcein resistance.Winchon knew enough of Human history to be fully aware that hewould never be appreciated by humanity in his own lifetime, even with thatlife extended to the full range possible through rejuvenation.His estimatesfor the time necessary to civilize Earth varied.The longest was one-thousandthree hundred years.The range became considerably shorter the greater thepercentage of Human population could be shipped to planets already run byGalactics, and the more Earther humans could be induced to restrain theirreproduction and repopulation efforts.The Darhel were helping with bothproblems as much as possible, but progress had been disappointing.They paced by a miniature apple tree, talking softly.The Darhel Pardal had dismissed his body servants and sat behind his desk,turned to look out the large porthole into the black of space.In his mind, hecompared motives, positions, attributes, and interests.He had narrowed thelist of possible thieves to three rival groups, any of which could have usedthe extra currency to knock loose a lucrative expansion of their miningconcessions from the Darhel Tir Dol Ron, whose job included the administrationof Earth.Not that the humans understood the explicit nature of the position.The Gistar Group's operation mining niobium and tantalum in Africa hadcapital equipment that was reaching the end of exploitable resources on site.The Cnothgar Group's extraction facility for monazite sands in Brazil couldrefurbish equipment the Tir had mothballed and open at least three other sitesPage 44 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlwith that kind of financing.Adenar Group's molybdenum mining in Chilecouldn't be overlooked, not because he could see specific scope for expansion,but because they had succeeded so well in being cagey about their project.Which one? That was the hard question.It would be the height of stupidity tocompound Epetar's current troubles by starting a trade war with an innocentparty.However, the frontal assault on the group's currency reserves simplycould not go unanswered.It would be Adenar.They weren't happy about acertain defection, but it had followed long-established rules.It would be outof character for them to react this emphatically, but certainly possible.Hecouldn't be sure enough to act.He heard a reedy sound like a dying voorcn a flying animal huntedby.predators.on his homeworld.The thought, 'otherpredators,' didnot quite make it to the surface of his mind.The tiniest hint of the sweet,deadly pleasure of the Tal hormone provoked a shudder, warning him of ultimatebliss and death.He ruthlessly suppressed the forbidden thought.He becameaware that the offending sound was coming from the whistling of his ownbreathing through his teeth.He stopped the noise at once, instead instructing his AID to replay a holofile he had received that morning detailing the progress on an interestingproject his group was undertaking [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]