And today, when war ramps loose on Freehold and Imperial marines are dispatched to fight Merseia's Arulian cat's-paws—we still see nothing but a border action.
It is most unlikely that anyone at His Majesty's court is more than vaguely aware of what is happening. Please advise."And the entire answer that can be given to this appeal thus far is me. Not even a Naval officer—not even a specialist in human cultures—such cannot be gotten, except for tasks elsewhere that look more vital.
Human instincts for planetary life will be seamlessly exapted for life on Mars, and, farther in the future, for life on other planets.
The Martian settlers would have a homeworld, albeit a homeworld other than Earth.
We are not a hair better than our great, greenskinned, gatortailed Merseian rivals, not even considering that they have no hair; we are simply different in looks and language, similar in imperial appetites. Never mind the estimated four million suns inside our borders . I myself had never heard of the place before I was asked to take this job.
The galaxy—what tiny part of it we can ever control—cares not one quantum whether their youthful greed and boldness overcome our wearied satiety and caution. Think just of the approximately one hundred thousand whose planets we do visit, occupy, order about, accept tribute from. A hundred thousand; no more; you could count that high in about seven hours. Then consider a planet, a world, as big and diverse and old and mysterious as ever Terra was. And I am a specialist in worlds and the beings that inhabit them. Did I not, a few years ago, watch the total destruction of one?
As long as no complaint was registered worthy of the sector governor's attention, why inquire further? Something more urgent is always demanding attention elsewhere.
The Navy, the intelligence services, the computers, the decision makers are stretched too ghastly thin across too many stars.
Immature and hormonal souls may wonder What Does She See in Him?
This can range from liking his sense of humor, to appreciating his poetry skills, all the way to his Heroic Sacrifice. The Nice Guy, the Sheltered Aristocrat, the Knight in Shining Armor, the Nice Jewish Boy, the male Shrinking Violet, The Dutiful Son, the Keet, or the male Pollyanna wins the heroine's heart.
As a consequence, the writer needs some other method of generating conflict.