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Julia caught herself pulling at her lower lip as Kessler continued to speak - almost to the point of a rant. She considered saying something, but decided to let him continue.
Kessler made a disgusted face for a moment, then got a far-off look in his eyes. “For that matter, consider how – let’s say ‘reactionary,’ to be polite – many Academic types are, and attempts at secrecy with this information will have them clutching their proverbial pearls and spreading rumors that we, the governments of the League and the League Council itself – are not only trying to hide the danger but in cahoots with the Old Machines: Which are looking to liquidate all sapient species to use for fuel or computing power or something more outrageous. And, then will come the jokers who will egg those types on, coming up with more and more far-fetched and outlandish reasons for the Old Machines to want…”
Kessler had continued to get more vehement in his delivery, but Julia was saved from having to step in by Aunt Golna. “You, unfortunately, make a lot of very fair arguments, Ambassador Kessler.” She looked around the room, and everyone seemed willing to concede the point.
“This places this entire project in a terrible bind, however. There is a lot of data to be processed, gaps to fill, and at least some of the answers are surely going to end up coming from unexpected directions. It is those unexpected directions that we need the Academic minds of the League working on: Every field, every discipline, combing through whatever they know trying to connect dots and make all this data make sense.
“However, we also don’t want to induce a panic. The lot of us, here in this room, are trained to deal with the cognitive load of… well, problems like this, and most of us have been through them before. Yet, even we are feeling the strain. How do you think the average random person on the street will deal with it?”
“Well, that depends,” Julia sat bolt-upright in her chair as she recognized the voice. When did Jake get in here? One of the wall screens lit up and Jake appeared with a wry grin on his face. “heavily on how the data comes to said random person on the street. If you high-and-mighty types get on soapboxes all across the League and say ‘don’t panic, but here is a doomsday which may be coming at us’ most people will believe you when you say that they shouldn’t panic.
“The trouble is, though, a large enough minority will panic anyway… some of them specifically because you said not to.”
Ballud raised a placating hand. “Come now, it isn’t as bad as all that. I mean, maybe among you deathworlders…”
Jake leveled a stare at Ballud and cocked a single eyebrow. “Really. What about the Panic of Rokrin incident?”
Ballud’s eyes spun in opposite directions for a moment in an involuntary motion of shock, but then he narrowed them to slits in a more universal gesture. “That was…”
Jake cut in. “A special case, you want to say? No, my friend, I think we all know better.” Jake paused and shook his head, then got a sheepish look for a moment. “Look, that was probably unchariatable of me, and I apologize. I think we all know that dealing with people is not my strength.
“Among my strengths, though, is my memory. And, my memory tells me that there is a neat solution to this problem which is being overlooked. Henry and Kazlor should remember it rather well, it was used to great effect to introduce Humanity – slowly – to the idea that sapient life not only exists in the universe but is plentiful… despite all of the programming done by the agents of kenfistration to try and cause a suicidal panic over the idea.”
Everyone looked at one another with expressions of concentration. I never looked that closely at the history of those times: Just tried to get enough to have context on more contemporary issues I might have to deal with. Sometimes it is easy to forget that Dad lived through the League’s attempt to uplift Humanity to death. Still, what could Jake be referring to?
After a few moments Jake began to shake his head and seemed about to speak, but then a low chuckle started from Dad. He looked at Kaz, who seemed lost for several seconds. Then Uncle’s eyes went wide and he began to chuckle as well.
Dad spoke first. “You know, Jake. When you are right, you are right. It is rather obvious when you think about it, isn’t it? And, here I am the man who used to – back in those heady days when we were trying to figure out how to bring Humanity back from the brink – say that ‘the solution is often within the problem.’ I think that is the case here.”
Dad turned to Kessler. “You, my good man, have presented us with the solution, I think, as well as the problem. We are all sitting here trying to figure out how to keep this secret, and how to make announcements if we find out that our worst fears are true, when we should be doing nothing of the sort.
“Oh, I am not saying we should broadcast what we know and try to get everyone to see it: That would certainly start a panic. No, we simply ask our questions of the Academic disciplines, with requests that they reach out to speak with their contemporaries of other species to correlate data. What we don’t do is give any particular group the complete picture that we have here. We don’t withhold the information, exactly: If they ask questions we answer; but only the specific questions that they ask and we do not volunteer information beyond what they ask. We do, however, put all of the information we have out there.”
Aunt Golna’s eyebrows drew down. “Won’t that lead to a bunch of conflicting theories from a lot of them?”
Uncle Kaz smiled as he answered. “Oh, certainly. Each more preposterous than the last, most likely. When asked, the governments – and we the Council – of the League will be readily forthcoming with answers about whether any given theory fits with what we are asking about, and give relevant information to show why a theory does or doesn’t fit the facts we have. In this we will still be sparing with the information we give out, but a little less so than when answering questions beyond the briefing packets.
“Not that we will likely have to do a lot of debunking ourselves: If the ancient archeologists – what few any of our societies have left – propose some crazy idea that is negated by the information in the geneticists’ packet, the geneticists will generally be quick to stand up and wave those facts in their contemporary’s collective faces.”
Kaz began to lean in a little, amusement in his eyes. “We will, of course, be even more forthcoming when they get something right, pointing out relevant facts in briefings they don’t have which supports their conjectures. This will lead…”
Julia turned in surprise to Kessler, whose odd grin had grown large. “To even wilder theories being composed, many of them well into the fabled ‘conspiracy theory’ territory. At that point, though, the Academic types will be locked in mental battle with one another, eager to poke holes in wild ideas, but just as eager to support good ones.
“Pretty soon everyone starts to put it all together and figure out what it means, but by that point they feel that they have a degree of ownership in the ideas themselves, and don’t react with panic. This is a process that will take months, even years, as people dig into records, perform experiments, and do everything they can to tear the data we are giving them apart.”
Kessler shook his head. “By that time we are feeding them more data word of this ‘tempest in a teapot’ has reached the outside world, and is being debated far and wide across the League.
“And, it is the two things in that last sentence which make this course of action viable; the controversy will be seen as a ‘tempest in a teapot;’ an argument among egg-head, face-in-the-cloud, ivory-tower academics, and not something that has real impact on the daily life of the common man. At the same time, people start arguing about it among themselves, which then gives them a sense of ownership of the idea. And, sure, the thoughts being discussed are frightening, but what scares us most is that over which we have the least control. And, if individuals feel like they have a level of ownership of the ideas…”
Jake broke in. “Then the fear becomes something that they can manage, as well. In the mean time, the academics have begun to compare notes – even across disciplines – far better than they would have if we’d tried to compartmentalize the information and keep it secret. They are also willing to put forth really crazy ideas, because some of the ones that we confirmed were so outlandish as to have been greeted with laughter at first.”
Julia found herself caught up in the moment. “Next thing you know, one of those crazy ideas – one which gets laughed at to begin with, probably – becomes the one that unlocks the whole thing. Or, more likely, leads to a set of inquiries and experiments which bring on even crazier ideas that pan out, and the pieces fall into place… and we figure out whether we are going to have to go to war with the Old Machines.”
The last words felt like a cold needle had plunged into the warm bubble of excitement which had begun to fill the room. Julia watched in sadness as that chill settled on everyone there as the joy of finding a solution to a thorny, difficult problem met the reality of what that problem actually represented.
After a few moments Mom’s warm voice spread through the wet blanket which seemed to have settled on the room. “If it comes to war with the old machines, we will fight it, and we will survive. I would remind all of you that the new classification system puts the index for a ‘Deathworld’ at 8.5, and most of us come from worlds with an index at least that high.
“Our species were created – forged – in crucibles which tried to kill us. Our survival depended on our wits, our strength, and our ability to identify threats then figure out what to do with them.
“We have now identified a possible threat. One of the wonderful things about wisdom is that we have learned – some of us through great pain – that not everything we see as a threat at first is actually out to kill us. We have time, folks, time enough to determine what we are dealing with, and to deal with it if we have to.
“The few here not from a deathworld; have no fear. Another thing that we deathworlders learned is that the only way to survive is to survive together. That is really where our instinct for hierarchy comes from, I don’t care what some blow-hards who want to talk about domination or survival of the fittest: it comes from recognizing that two of us fighting together have a better chance of survival than one fighting alone… even if one of the two is weaker.”
The Gorfal ambassador, whose rabbit-like ears had begun to droop, spoke up, his ears back in the air. “Indeed, my good lady, you are right. I think Humanity proved well enough, in the last war, that they will not leave us behind. And, with their example how could anyone do differently?”
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