Coffee?, Lykke says, a little confused. The image of roasted beans ground down with hot water poured over them and the bitter scent that accompanies the brown liquid means little to her. I'm sorry, you're the first humans I've met who weren't raised in the colony. I --
It's a drinkable stimulant, Sisu says calmly, a little amused. No, we do not have coffee. We do, however, have other nourishment.
Oh yes, of course! Gil says, shaking his head and scurrying behind the bar. There are clanks that come from the kitchen, and one distinct crash that makes all of the humans flinch. The patia, however, do not move until a wave of annoyance from Gil hits them. Terrell perks up and little pinpricks of irritation roll over the unit.
I suppose I'll help Gil, he says, heading to the kitchen. You three are better at this sort of thing, anyway.
Okay, then. Lykke waves Sisu and Veda to the table, and the three patia sit across from the humans. Lykke holds out her hand for Maria's Codex, and when it is offered to her, she takes it and speedily plays with it for a moment with her long fingers. She then lays it flat on the table.
There are three main segments of the population, Lykke says. You could call them Classes, though no one wants to admit that the Classes exist, and aren't as fluid as the ideal. You have the Researcher class.
She presses the screen, and iris-shaped Main station appears, followed by: pictures of labs; groups of silver patia in sleek outfits of black bottoms and multicolored tops of a similar look but better quality than what the denizens of the Brawler are wearing; a large, clean, white area filled with many, many shops; giant, clear doors with script around them; hallways with many, many doors; lecture halls.
Most Researchers live on Main Station. Main Station is where the University of Sciences is, and that university specializes in the hard stuff: Math, Biology, Chemistry, Physics, and so on. Some of the Researchers are the descendants of the first 300 scientists and engineers that settled the colony. Most, of course, are not. Most reach Researcher status by going through the University of Sciences and completing the highest degree there. What's a good translation that you use?...Doctorate? Yes, then. Doctorate.
Researchers are also the leaders of our society. The Research Board governs everything; they are the elders of the top Research families, originating from the original 300. There are now 560 sitting members of the Research Board, and one First Researcher elected to the position by the Board Members. The First Researcher is pretty much a life position, though other Firsts have retired in the past.
Of course, families of Researchers push their children into the sciences, as to go into anything less -- the University of Arts and Philosophy (where education, literature, fine art, and soft sciences like anthropology, sociology and psychology are taught) or the Practical Sciences (The same campus as the University of Sciences. Think of it as lesser forms of the sciences -- the bachelor degree, I think? -- along with husbandry, agriculture and environmental science) is quite shameful. Sometimes people will cross over due to a passion for the subject, but it is an embarrassment to Researcher families if they do so, and it is unlikely that they will find a Researcher mate. A person from a Researcher family that does the unthinkable -- cannot complete the full Doctorate -- is often shuffled away somewhere so as to not bring shame on the family.
People from Researcher families are pretty stuck up, for the most part, Veda says, looking pointedly at Lykke. Especially if they were born into it. Newbie Researchers are considered lesser, by bornies. There isn't as much crossover from the Anthros and the Labor as the more high-minded Researchers would like to pretend there is, mostly due to discrimination. Anthros and Labor that pass the entry exam into UOS have to work that much harder, because the Professors lean on them more, expecting them to fail.
Researchers also tend to not change the tint of their skin, says Sisu, examining his orangey-brown hand. Though all patiae can do it by will. his skin ripples, and his color grows a much more fluorescent orange before settling back to orangey-brown. They consider it gauche.
A ripple of light pink tinged with yellow comes from Lykke.
Yes, well, she says, stifling the pink embarrassment as much as possible. When one is used to it...and anyway, we aren't ALL like that.
No, you are not, Sisu says, pulling the pallet towards him. Or you would not be here.
He flicks the screen a bit, then pulls up an image of Station Two, with it's small, central ball surrounded by tentacles. What follows: a large, domed space is shown that appears to be a park, more giant glass doors, theatres, lecture halls, groups of patia wearing clothes of all textures and colors.
The second Class is the Anthropologists, Sisu's mild voice washes over them all. Though, of course not all of the Anthropologists are actual anthropologists. The University of Arts and Philosophy is here. Higher-classed Anthros are part of the soft-sciences, particularly anthropology. Lower-classed Anthros are part of the Arts -- literature, theatre, painting, and so on. The 'entertainment' arts, if you will. All have Doctorates in their field. The first anthropologists came about when humans were discovered over 500 earth years ago. Some were Researchers who were interested in human society rather than just their physiology or their use in medicine. Others came from Axel. The discovery of humans created the first big rush to the colony, and over the course of a century the population exploded. As did the interests of the people. One reason the Researchers are so reserved is because many of the original Researchers felt that this differentiation of societal wants and desires beyond the hard sciences and general labor 'sullied', if you will, the mission.
Anthros aren't quite as determined to push their way into the upper eshelons of society as newbie Researchers or Laborers. But they can be equally snobby to Laborers or Researchers who want to attend the UOA&P -- again, because there's some sense that if you are born into another Class, then you cannot possibly perform at the level of bornie Anthros. Still, an Anthro child who does not show skill in the Arts isn't just shuffled away, and there is plenty of intermarriage between Laborer and Anthro. They're also fairly spread out across the colony; you can find many on Main Station, and throughout the fleet. Some of them are educators for primary school (most secondary school educators come from UOS). Some are soft-science researchers studying our own kind, or the humans. Some are artists "experiencing life," as they say, or entertaining Researchers or Laborers.
Experiencing life, Veda crosses her arms. More like, annoying the piss out of people trying to get things done.
Sisu pushes the pallet to Veda with an inward smile.
Go on, then, my blueaswater friend.
Veda taps the screen, and ship after ship after ship after ship appears, all of varying shapes and sizes. Then, flashes of fields under domes, machinery, plants, and multi-colored patiae in serviceable clothes of the kind the Brawler denizens were wearing.
Okay, the Laborers aren't really considered Low class, she said. We are pretty much the backbone of society, after all. And we do a hell of a lot more than the Anthros. Not to mention, there's more of us than ANYone. It's not like we live in poor conditions, or anything like that. We caught a glance at the differences between the human classes, and fwhew! What a difference!
Sure, we don't have as much free time, and we don't have quite as fancy digs as the other classes, at least out in the Fleet. But the Laborers that live on Main Station and Station Two live in similar conditions to the other classes, even if they aren't invited to the same parties or aren't friends with Researchers, ever.
Basically, we're the producers. Food, metals, water, goods, you name it we make it and there's probably a ship for it. The more educated members are the Engineers -- tech, computer, mechanical, etc. Oh, most pilots are Laborers, too. And most merchants. And the emergency services that aren't medical staff. Basically, if you're not in a lab or on a stage reciting poetry, you're a Laborer.
Officially there are 56 ships in the Fleet, but that's where people LIVE, not the actual amount of ships and smaller vessels flying between the various Fleet ships and the Stations. And because folks mock up vessels all the time, who knows what their number really is? Unregistered vessels are technically illegal, but so long as you're out of site of the police vessels, people look the other way.
Or at least, they DID until the Outlier movement started. It's a lot harder to doc an unregistered away from it's home ship than it used to be.
Oh, we should let you know that abilities aren't determined by Class, Lykke said, glancing up quickly from the pallet. Abilities are random. The only abilities that are for sure within every Unit Are Physical and Mental Protectors.
Oh, Units! Veda slaps her sizable forehead. Patia Units are groupings of people, no smaller than 5, no larger than 20. They are sort of like family, though not necessarily biologically related. See, Physical and Mental Protectors tend to drift away from their biological families and childhood Units if there's already another with those abilities in the Unit. And people drift away from Units once there are more than 20 people in it, usually bringing along their mates and minor children. These people and the drifting Mental and Physical Protectors all manage to find each other, create a new Unit and live and work around each other. There is ALWAYS an MP and a PP in EVERY Unit. The Researchers, being who they are, tend to force Units together so that there's little mingling with the other Classes. Bleg.
Those are the main patia Classes, Lykke says. Now let's talk about the humans.
There's an uncomfortable silence between the three patiae.
Humans, Lykke continues, with a mental sensation much like clearing her throat, Are the bottom of the barrel, socially.
The first humans who were brought to RARMAS 319 were used only as test subjects. They were thought of as non sentient beings, locked up in labs, experimented on. The same was done to many Earth animals, actually. The first Researchers did not touch ground on Earth, merely scooped up "samples" for study.
Some pointed to human architecture observed from orbit that the humans were different. But after observing termites, ants, burrowing mammals and so on, it was concluded that the structures were simply constructed living spaces, no more.
It wasn't until in-depth study began that the Researchers realized their mistake. Imagine, walking around human cities and seeing that they are more than just mere piles of dirt and sand. And when we discovered that you had language! That you use your mouths for SPEECH, that you have the written word, well -- supposedly it changed everything. There were still experiments, but much more humane. Humans who were brought here were treated as novelties and cultures were observed. And when the Researchers finally found a wavelength where we could connect with the human mind, we could finally here you.
But it was found to be easier simply to -- tweak -- the humans we brought to the colony. Speaking on a human wavelength is really quite hard.
This history is interesting, Sisu intoned. But what of humans to --
Yes, yes, humans today, Lykke snapped. Most humans are viewed as sort of, pets. They become part of a Unit, and do small, helpful tasks. Watching the children. Cleaning the shop. Clearing the workspace. In turn, they are fed and dressed in ridiculous fashions. Patiae with humans on the stations are considered quite lavish.
In the Fleet, they're tasked with more menial labor, Veda says darkly. They go into machines that no one wants to go in to, clean the gunk, hand-pick stuff.
The Codex's estimation on how many humans are actually on the colony is probably false, as well, Sisu says. What with how many are out in the fleet doing hard labor.
And what with how many are STILL in LABS being TESTED ON, Lykke says, her voice trembling. Labs that are unseen and unknown about by any but the highest Researchers! And almost ALL humans are Controlled, in all locations where they can be found. If a human is born on this station, it is almost immediately put under Control.
Basically, the human situation is awful, Veda says, rolls of slippery green-grey disgust coming from her. There are those sympathetic to humans, but the Humanity Society's lobby is quite small. Only 1500 registered members. Most are completely apathetic. It makes me sick.
Nourishment! says Gil cheerfully, carrying three plates of vittles from the kitchen. Terrell follows him with two more plates, and forks. The patiae set the plates in front of the humans.
On the plate: something shockingly pink and mashed that smells almost, but not quite like potatoes, blue stalks of an unknown vegetable, and a large cube of white flesh. A bowl of yellow liquid is also on the plate.
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