‘Now, quite apart from the fact that, from the point of view of the Earther, socialism suffers the devastating liability of only exhibiting internal contradictions when you are trying to use it as an adjunct to your own stupidity (unlike capitalism, which again, from the point of view of the Earther, happily has them built in from the start), it is the case that because Free Enterprise got there first and set up the house rules, it will always stay at least one kick ahead of its rivals.Thus, while it takes Soviet Russia a vast amount of time and hard work to produce one inspired lunatic like Lysenko, the West can so arrange things that even the dullest farmer can see it makes more sense to burn his grain, melt his butter and wash way the remains of his pulped vegetables with his tanks of unused wine than it does to actually sell the stuff to be consumed.
‘And note that even if this mythical yokel did decide to sell the stuff, or even give it away – the Earthers have an even more devastating trick they can perform; they show you that those foods aren’t even needed anyway!They wouldn’t feed the least productive, most unimportant untouchable from Pradesh, tribesperson from Darfur or peon from Rio Branco!The Earth has more than enough to feed all its inhabitants every day already !A truth so seemingly world-shattering one wonders that the oppressed of Earth don’t rise up in flames and anger yesterday!But they don’t, because they are so infected with the myth of self-interested advancement, or the poison of religious acceptance, they either only want to make their own way up the pile so they can shit upon everybody else, or actually feel grateful for the attention when their so-called betters shit on them!
‘It is my contention that this is either an example of the most formidable and blissfully arrogant use of power and existing advantage or scarcely credible stupidity.
‘Now then.Suppose we make ourselves known to this ghastly rabble; what happens?’ Li stretched his arms out, and looked round us all just long enough to get a few people starting to answer him back, then roared on; ‘I’ll tell you what!They won’t believe us!Oh, so we have moving maps of the galaxy accurate to a millimetre contained in something the size of a sugar cube, oh so we can make Orbitals and Rings and get across the galaxy in a year and make bombs too small to see that could tear their planet apart’ Li sneered, let one hand flap limp. ‘Nothing.These people expect time travel, telepathy, matter transmission.Yes, we can say, Well, we do have a very limited form of prescience through the use of anti-matter at the boundary of the energy grid which lets us see nearly a millisecond into or Well, we usually train our minds in a way not entirely compatible with natural telepathic empathy, such as it is, but see this machine here?Well, if you ask it nicely or Well, displacing isn’t quite transmission of matter, but [*13*] They will laugh us out of the UN building; especially when they discover we haven’t even got out of our home galaxy yet unless you count the Clouds, but I doubt they would.And anyway; what is the Culture as a society compared to what they expect?They expect capitalists in space, or an empire.A libertarian-anarchist Utopia?Equality?Liberty?Fraternity?This is not so much old-fashioned stuff as simply unfashionable stuff.Their warped minds have taken them away on an evaporatingly stupid side track off the main sequence of social evolution, and we are probably more alien than they are capable of understanding.
‘So, the ship thinks we should just sit and watch this pack of genocidal buffoons for the next few millenia?’ Li shook his head, wagged one finger. ‘I think not.I have a better idea, and I shall put it into effect as soon as I am elected captain.But now, he raised his hands and clapped. ‘The sweet course.’
The drones and units reappeared, holding small steaming bowls of meat.Li topped up a few of the glasses nearest him and urged everybody else to refill their own as the final course was distributed.I’d just about filled myself up on the cheeses, but after Li’s speech I seemed to have a bit more room.Still, I was glad my bowl was small.The aroma coming off the meat was quite pleasant, but I didn’t think, somehow, it was an Earth dish.
‘Meat as a sweet dish?’ Roghres said, sniffing the gently steaming bowl. ‘Hmm; smells sweet, certainly.’
‘Shit,’ Tel Ghemada said prodding at her own bowl, ‘I know what this is’
‘Ladies and gentlemen,’ Li said, standing with a bowl in one hand and a silver fork in the other. ‘A little taste of Earth no; more than that: a chance for you to participate in the rough and tumble of living on a squalid backwater planet without actually having to leave your seat or get your feet dirty.’ He stabbed a bit of the meat, put it in his mouth, chewed and swallowed. ‘Human flesh, ladies and gents; cooked muscle of hom. sap. as I suspect few of you might have guessed.A little on the sweet side for my palate, but quite acceptable.Eat up.’
I shook my head.Roghres snorted.Tel put her spoon down.I sampled some of Li’s unusual dish while he continued. ‘I had the ship take a few cells from a variety of people on Earth.Without their knowledge, of course.’ He waved the sword vaguely at the table behind us. ‘Most of you over there will be eating either Stewed Idi Amin or General Pinochet Chilli Con Carne; here in the centre we have a combination of General Stroessner Meat Balls and Richard Nixon Burgers.The rest of you have Ferdinand Marcos Sauté and Shah of Iran Kebabs.There are, in addition, scattered bowls of Fricaséed Kim II Sung, Boiled General Videla, and Ian Smith in Black Bean Sauce all done just right by the excellent – if leaderless – chef we have around us.Eat up!Eat up!’
We ate up, most of us quite amused.One or two thought the idea a little too outre, and some affected boredom because they thought Li needed discouragement not accomplices, while a few were just too full already.But the majority laughed and ate, comparing tastes and textures.
‘If they could see us now,’ Roghres giggled. ‘Cannibals from outer space!’
When we were mostly done, Li stood on the table again and clapped his hands above his head. ‘Listen!Listen!Here’s what I’ll do if you make me captain!’ The noise died away slowly, but there was still a fair amount of chattering and laughter.Li raised his voice. ‘Earth is a silly and boring planet.If not, then it is too deeply unpleasant to be allowed to exist!Dammit, there’s something wrong with those people!They are beyond redemption and hope!They are not very bright, they are incredibly bigoted, and unbe-fucking-lievably cruel, both to their own kind and any other species that has the misfortune to stray within range, which of course these days means damn nearly every species; and they’re slowly but determinedly fucking up the entire planet’ Li shrugged and looked momentarily defensive. ‘Not a particularly exciting or remarkable planet, for a life-sustainer type, true, but it’s still a planet, it is quite pretty, and the principle remains.Frighteningly dumb or majestically evil, I suggest there is only one way to deal with this incontestably neurotic and clinically insane species, and that is to destroy the planet!’
Li looked round at this point, waiting to be interrupted, but nobody was rising to the bait.Those of us not distracted by the drink, whatever drugs, or each other, just sat smiling indulgently and waited to see what Li’s next crazy idea was.He went on. ‘Now, I know this might seem a little extreme to some of you -‘ (cries of ‘no no’, ‘bit lenient if you ask me’, ‘wimp!’ and ‘yeah; nuke the fuckers’)’- and more importantly very messy, but I have talked it over with the ship, and it informs me that the best method from my point of view is actually quite elegant, as well as extremely effective.
‘All we do is drop a micro black hole into the centre of the planet.Simple as that; no untidy debris left floating about, no big, vulgar flash, and, if we do it right, no upsetting the rest of the solar system.It takes longer than displacing a few tonnes of CAM into the core, but even that has the advantage of giving the humans time to reflect on their past follies, as their world is eaten away beneath them.In the end, all you’d have left is something about the size of a large pea in the same orbit as the Earth, and a minor amount of X-ray pollution from meteoric material.Even the moon could stay where it is.A rather unusual planetary sub-system, but – in terms of scale as much as anything else – a fitting monument, or memorial -‘ (Here Li smiled at me.I winked back.) ‘- to one of the more boringly inept rabbles marring the face of our fair galaxy.