when he might not be being so. To turn on him because he's not doing just as I would like, or just as any of us might like, would be to force him further into the idea that Earth is his home, humanity his kin.
'Three; - and this would be sufficient reason by itself -what are we supposed to be about, Sma? What is the Culture? What do we believe in, even if it hardly ever is expressed, even if we are embarrassed about talking about it? Surely in freedom, more than anything else. A relativistic, changing sort of freedom, unbounded by laws or laid-down moral codes, but - in the end - just because it is so hard to pin down and express, a freedom of a far higher quality than anything to be found on any relevant scale on the planet beneath us at the moment.
'The same technological expertise, the same productive surplus which, in pervading our society, first allows us to be here at all and after that allows us the degree of choice we have over what happens to Earth, long ago also allowed us to live exactly as we wish to live, limited only by being expected to respect the same principle applied to others. And that's so basic that not only does every religion on Earth have some similar form of words in its literature, but almost every religion, philosophy or other belief system ever discovered anywhere else contains the same concept. It is the embedded achievement of that oft-expressed ideal that our society is - perversely - rather embarrassed about. We live with, use, simply get on with our freedom as much as the good people of Earth talk about it; and we talk about it as often as genuine examples of this shy concept can be found down there.
'Dervley Linter is as much a product of our society as I am, and as such, or at least until he can be proved to be in some real sense “mad”, he's perfectly correct in expecting to have his wishes fulfilled. Indeed the very fact he asked for such an alteration - and accepted it from me - may prove his thinking is still more Culture-than Earth-influenced.
'In short, even if I had thought that I had sound tactical reasons for refusing his request, I'd have had just as difficult a job justifying such an action as I would have had I just snapped the guy off-planet the instant I realized what he was thinking. I can only be sure in myself that I am in the right in trying to get Linter to come back if I am positive that my own behaviour - as the most sophisticated entity involved - is beyond reproach, and in as close accord with the basic principles of our society as it is within my power to make it.'
I looked at the drone's sensing band. I'd stood stock still during all this, unreacting. I sighed.
'Well,' I said, 'I don't know; that sounds almost ... noble.' I folded my arms. 'Only trouble is, ship, that I can never tell when you're on the level and when you're talking just for the sake of it.'
The unit stayed where it was for a couple of seconds, then turned and glided off, without saying another word.
4.5: Credibility Problem
The next time I saw Li, he was wearing a uniform just like Captain Kirk's in Star Trek.
'Well, what on earth,' I laughed.
'Don't mock, alien,' Li scowled.
I was reading Faust in German and watching two of my friends playing snooker. The gravity in the snooker room was a little less than standard, to make the balls roll right. I'd asked the ship (when it was still talking to me) why it hadn't reduced its internal G to Earth's average, as it had done with its day-night cycle. 'Oh, it would have meant too much recalibration,' the ship had said. 'I couldn't be bothered.' How's that for Godlike omnipotence?
'You won't have heard,' Li said, sitting beside me, 'having been on EVA, but I'm intending to become captain of this tub.'
'Are you really? Well that's fascinating.' I didn't ask him what or where the hell EVA was. 'And how exactly do you propose attaining this elevated, not to say unlikely position?'
'I'm not sure yet,' Li admitted, 'but I think I have all the
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