We ate.It was all ethnic food, though not actually brought up from the planet; vat-grown ship food, though not a gourmet on Earth could have spotted any difference between our stuff and the real thing.From what I could see, Li had used the Guinness Book of Records as his wine list.The ship’s copies of the wines involved were so good – we were told – that the ship itself couldn’t have told them apart from the real thing.
We chomped and gurgled our way through an eclectic but relatively orthodox series of courses, chatting and fooling, and wondering whether Li had anything else planned; this all seemed disappointingly conventional.Li came round, asking how we were enjoying the meal, refilling our glasses, suggesting we try different dishes, saying he hoped he could count on our vote on election day, and sidestepping awkward questions about the Prime Directive.
Finally, much later, maybe a dozen courses later, when we were all sitting there bloated and content and mellow and sipping on our brandies and whiskies, we got Li’s campaign speech plus a dainty dish to set before the Culture.
I was a little drowsy.Li had come round with huge Havana cigars, and I’d taken one, and let the drug get to me.I was sitting there, puffing determinedly on the fat drug-stick, surrounded by a cloud of smoke, wondering what the natives saw in a tobacco high, but otherwise feeling just fine, when Li banged on the table with the pommel of the light sword and then climbed up and stood where his place setting had been (bang went one of the Sultan’s plates, but I suspect the ship managed to repair it).The lights went out, leaving one spot on Li.
I used some snap to clear the sleepiness and stubbed the cigar out.
[*11*] ‘Ladies and gentlemen,’ Li said in a passable English, before continuing in Marain. ‘I have gathered you here this evening to talk to you about Earth and what should be done with it.It is my hope and wish that after you’ve heard what I have to say you will agree with me on the only possible course of action but first of all, let me say a few words about myself.’ There were jeers and cat-calls as Li bent and took up his glass of brandy.He drained the glass and threw it over his shoulder.A drone must have caught it in the shadows because I didn’t hear it land.
‘First of all,’ Li rubbed his chin, stroking the long hair.’Who am I?’ He ignored a variety of shouts telling him ‘a total fucking idiot’, and the like, and continued. ‘I am Grice-Thantapsa Li Erase ‘ndane dam Sione; I am one hundred and seventeen years old, but wise beyond my years.I have been in Contact only six years, but I have experienced much in that time, and so can speak with some authority on Contact matters.I am the product of perhaps eight thousand years of progress beyond the stage of the planet that lies beneath our feet.’ (Cries of ‘Not much to show for it, huh?’, etc.) ‘I can track my ancestry back by name for at least that amount of time, and if you went back to the first dim glimmerings of sentience and you could end up going back -‘ (‘last week?’ ‘your mother’) ‘- through tens of thousands of generations.
‘My body is altered, of course; tuned to a high pitch of efficiency in terms of survivability and pleasure, -‘ (‘don’t worry, it doesn’t show’) ‘- and just as I inherited that alteration, so shall I pass it on to any children of my own.’ (‘please, Li; we’ve just eaten.’) ‘We have remade ourselves just as we have made our machines; we can fairly claim to be largely our own work.
‘However; in my head, literally inside my skull, in my brain, I am potentially as stupid as the most recently born babe in the most deprived area on Earth.’ He paused, smiling, to let the cat-calls subside. ‘We are who we are as much because of what we experience and are taught as we grow – the way we are brought up, in other words – as we are because we inherit the general appearance of pan-humanism, the more particular traits associated with the Culture meta-species, and the precise genetic mix contributed by our parents, including all those wonderful tinkered-with bits.’ (‘tinker with your own bits, laddy.’)
‘So if I can claim to be morally superior to some denizen of those depths of atmosphere beneath us, it is because that is the way I was brought up.We are truly raised; they are squashed, trimmed, trained, made into bonsai. Theirs is a civilization of deprivation; ours of finely balanced satisfaction ever teetering on the brink of excess.The Culture could afford to let me be whatever it was within my personal potential to become; so, for good or ill, I am fulfilled.
‘Consider; I think I can truthfully claim to be a more-or-less average Culture person, as can all of us here.Certainly, we’re in Contact, so we might be a little more interested in travelling abroad and meeting people than the mean, but in general terms any one of us could be picked at random and represent the Culture quite adequately; the choice of who you would pick to represent Earth fairly I leave to your imagination.
‘But back to me; I am as rich and as poor as anybody in the Culture (I use these words because it’s to Earth I want to compare our present position).Rich; trapped as I am on board this uncaptained, leaderless tub, my wealth may not be very obvious, but it would seem immense to the average Earther.At home I have the run of a charming and beautiful Orbital which would seem very clean and uncrowded to somebody from Earth; I have unlimited access to the free, fast, safe and totally dependable underplate transport system; I live in a wing of a family home of mansion proportions surrounded by hectares of gorgeous gardens.I have an aircraft, a launch, the choice of mount from a large stable of aphores [*12*] even the use of what would be called a spaceship by these people, plus a wide choice of deep space cruisers.As I say, I’m constrained at the moment by being in Contact, but of course I could leave at any moment, and within months be home, with another two hundred years or more of carefree life to look forward to; and all for nothing; I don’t have to do anything for all this.
‘But, at the same time, I am poor.I own nothing.Just as every atom in my body was once part of something else, in fact part of many different things, and just as the elementary particles were themselves part of other patterns before they came together to form the atoms that make up the magnificent physical and mental specimen you see standing so impressively before you yes, thank you and just as one day every atom of my being will one day be part of something else – a star, initially, because that is the way we choose to bury our dead – again, so everything around me, from the food that I eat and the drink that I drink and the figurine that I carve and the house I inhabit and the clothes I wear so elegantly to the module I ride to the Plate that I stand on and the star that warms me is there when I am there rather than because I am.These things may be arranged for me, but in that sense I only happen to be me, and they would be there for anybody else – should they desire them – too.I do not, emphatically not own them.
‘Now, on Earth things are not quite the same.On Earth one of the things that a large proportion of the locals is most proud of is this wonderful economic system which, with a sureness and certainty so comprehensive one could almost imagine the process bears some relation to their limited and limiting notions of either thermodynamics or God, all food, comfort, energy, shelter, space, fuel and sustenance gravitates naturally and easily away from those who need it most and towards those who need it least.Indeed, those on the receiving end of such largesse are often harmed unto death by its arrival, though the effects may take years and generations to manifest themselves.
‘To combat this insidious and disgusting travesty of sensible human relationships on a truly fundamental level was patently impossible on an infested dunghill like Earth, so deprived as it obviously was of meaningful genetic choice at a fundamental level and therefore philosophical options on a more accessible scale, and it became obvious – through the perverse logic inherent in the species and the process they had entailed – that the only way to react to such a system that had any chance of making it worse, and conditions that much less bearable, was to accept it on its own terms; go into competition with it!