" She stopped to collect her thoughts." She stopped to collect her thoughts. "All I'm saying is, Terra fell apart about six centuries ago. You know it and I know it. We live so long, though, that it's taken us this long to figure it out. Pendor's just one of the many lines that, culturally, Terra took on it's long, slow rise out of the gravity well." "So..." Garth said, looking puzzled. "What are the others?" "Who knows? Pendor is steeped in rationalism. There are planets obsessed now with monoculturalism. Take a look at the 'Empire' with its blatant racism. You and I think it's funny, but really it isn't. That stupid argument about food imports a few years back is a great example; when they had a famine we offered them grain support but they refused it. Because, they said, their stomachs were different and wouldn't accept our food. And all for their pride they let their population starve." Furry shook her head. "Of course, they could care less about most of their population." Garth knitted his eyebrows together, his whiskers twitching. "I don't scan. What does this mean to me? Should I walk the Hall or not?" "That's still up to you," Furry said, putting her hands in the air. |