Ascending

(Scientific civilizations are so spindly and weak, if you take away too many people, the whole system breaks down. Hah!) The homeworld became a dog-eat-dog ruin, abandoned by everyone except those who were too stubborn to leave or too fond of violence to accept the League’s law.

'So it seems,' said I, 'the Shaddill were great villains who used divisive handouts to destroy your cultural infrastructure.'

'No, no,' Lajoolie protested, 'they helped us. They improved us… not just by giving us Zaretts and all, but by weeding out the most vicious elements of our species, Those who left the homeworld were the peaceful, intelligent members of society — not perfect, of course, but we’re much better off, now that a big strain of brutality has been removed from our breeding pool.'

'But what will you do if an occasion arises when you need to be brutal?'

'That won’t happen,' Lajoolie said. 'The League makes sure no one can hurt anyone else.'

'No. The League kills certain people under certain conditions; that is all they do. They still permit a great deal of hurting to take place: I can attest to that. You can attest to it too — where was the League when the Shaddill shot you with their weapon ray?'

She had no answer… perhaps because she was descended from people who had been insufficiently suspicious of gifts that were too good to be true. Mistrust did not come naturally to persons of her ancestry; I wondered if that was pure accident, or if the Shaddill had deliberately created a situation where people would breed for gullibility.

Hmm…

The Shaddill Spread More Bounty

At the end of twenty years, the Shaddill left the Divian homeworld, never to return. Presumably, they went to help other races on the verge of space travel — because according to Lajoolie, Cultural Improvement was the Shaddill’s chief occupation. In the same way they uplifted the Divians, the Shaddill had visited many other species throughout the galaxy… including Homo sapiens, which is how the human Technocracy got its start four hundred years ago.

My friend Festina had told me that story: how aliens visited Old Earth in the twenty-first century. And she claimed the same aliens had approached some portion of the human race one other time before, in a year she called 2000 B.C. Way back then, the aliens scooped up humans and carried them off to the planet Melaquin… where those humans became my ancient ancestors. The gifts the Shaddill gave my forebears were pleasant underground cities that supplied all their needs, and virtual immortality for their children which is to say, the children were engineered to be beautiful, clever creatures of indestructible glass.

Like me.

Beware Of Aliens Bearing Gifts

Lajoolie told me that 'Shaddill' was a name invented by Divians, meaning 'Our Mentors.' The Shaddill themselves never used any special title, preferring just to call themselves 'citizens of the League of Peoples' — telling everyone they were good and noble envoys, bringing happy enlightenment to lesser species out of pure gracious generosity.

Hah! I thought. These supposedly nice Shaddill shot us with a Sinister Unconsciousness Ray. They chased Starbiter most mercilessly. They had lied to the Divians about what a Zarett could do, and perhaps they had run from the human navy, like thieves fleeing the scene of a crime. Above all, they had placed a most terrible curse on my people… and our Ancestral Towers were full of the comatose results.

Of course, Tired Brains were supposed to be a lamentable accident due to unforeseen genetic complications. The more I heard about the Shaddill, however, the less I believed in their beneficence.

I said as much to Lajoolie. 'These Shaddill are not so kindly as you think. They did you a great disservice.'

The big woman did not answer. She pensively chewed her Zarett meat.

'Did they not unbalance your homeworld?' I asked. 'Did they not deliberately drive a wedge between those who stayed loyal to their planet and those who were cut off from their roots by leaving home? Why, for example, did the Shaddill only give YouthBoost to those who agreed to leave? Should they not give it to all Divians, so everyone could live a longer life? Is it not wicked to let many die young, if they could be saved?'

Lajoolie finally swallowed her mouthful. 'Not according to the League of Peoples. The League doesn’t require you to take extraordinary measures to save a creature who’s reached the end of its spin. The League’s version of sentience is all about your own actions — you’re forbidden to do something that would hasten another sentient’s demise, either through direct action or carelessness… but you aren’t obliged to lift a finger if someone’s dying for reasons unrelated to you.' She shrugged. 'It can be a tricky call. Suppose right now I start choking on my food. Are you justified in letting me the because it’s my own fault for trying to eat and talk: at the same time? Or do you deserve some blame because I wouldn’t be talking if you weren’t here?'

'It does not matter who is to blame. If you start to choke, I shall squeeze you hard about the middle to make you cough up the blockage. Civilized persons help one another.'

Lajoolie smiled. 'Thank you… but that’s not required by League law. If you don’t cause my predicament, you don’t have to save me. Which is why the Shaddill weren’t obliged to offer YouthBoost to the people who stayed on our homeworld. It isn’t the Shaddill’s fault that Divians get old and the at a certain age; therefore the Shaddill didn’t have to give YouthBoost to anyone.'

'But they did give it to you. For unknown reasons of their own. Your ancestors were very foolish if no one asked, Why are these aliens so generous?'

'Of course they asked. The Shaddill only answered, It’s our way.' The big woman stared broodingly at her food. 'A lot of people assumed the Shaddill simply believed in helping others. Religious altruism.

Cynics preferred to think it was a status thing: the Shaddill made themselves feel important by tossing handouts to others.

'Of course,' Lajoolie continued, 'there’s always the chance the Shaddill were motivated by thought processes too alien for us to understand. We Divians and humans spend so much time together, we forget we’re rarities in the universe: intelligent species who are physically, mentally, and socially similar. We have comparable biological needs, we share the same range of emotions… but most other races have much less in common. Aliens aren’t always motivated by desires we can comprehend.'

'I comprehend the Shaddill perfectly,' I said. 'They are villainous tempters who enjoy disrupting the lives of others: the type of people who come from the sky, fill your head with talk of Wondrous Science, and make you think you are respected… then they toy with you and laugh behind your back that you are a foolish savage. The presents they give are not nearly so fine as you first believe. Either the gifts turn out to be there trinkets, or they are secretly intended to make you weak and dependent.' My face had suddenly become hot, and my eyes all stinging and watery. 'Even if such tempters are not outright villains, they still want you to change, to be like them. They want you ashamed of what you are, and afraid of saying the tiniest thing for fear it will prove you are ignorant.'

Lajoolie stared at me a long moment, then lowered her gaze. 'You’re really talking about the Technocracy, aren’t you? I’ve read the report of what happened on Melaquin. What the Explorers did to you. But those were mere humans, one of whom went murderously insane. The Shaddill are very different — more highly evolved, and really, truly benevolent. They aren’t just well-meaning idiots who bungle their attempts to help; they’ve shown themselves to be decent, caring, non-exploitive —'

'We’ve got company!' The shout came from the wall, but the voice was Uclod’s. Apparently, Starbiter had ways for someone to project sounds through the tissues surrounding us. 'Back to the bridge,' Uclod yelled, 'on the double!'

Lajoolie threw her bowl onto the counter and was out the door in a split-second. She moved very fast; I could barely keep up with her as she bounded through the bronchial tubes. Without slowing, she called, 'Husband, do you know who it is?'

'Shaddill,' the walls answered in Uclod’s voice. 'Bloody bastards still want a piece of us.'

I tried to say, 'I told you so.' But we were running so fast, the words came out as there gasps.

10: WHEREIN I EXPERIENCE GREAT FRUSTRATION

Pursuit

Back on the bridge, Uclod was strapped into his seat, with an icky pink intestine plastered over his face, It was not an appealing look — perhaps even I do not look so attractive wearing a major piece of bowel on my head — but I was beginning to get used to the constant presence of Starbiter’s internal organs. I did not even flinch as I threw myself into the jellyfish seat… but this time I lifted my arms high so they would not be trapped when the safety straps wrapped around me.

My strategy worked most excellently: the tendrils snaked up from the chair almost as soon as I touched down, weaving tight around my body but leaving my arms free. Then I had to lower my hands quickly as the intestine dropped from the ceiling — kissing the top of my head, then creeping down over my face with an itchy tickle. This time Starbiter did not have to test my vision or hearing: as soon as the hood was in place, I could see the star-speckled blackness of the void.

'Go to long-range scan,' Uclod’s disembodied voice said. I do not know if the instruction was aimed at Lajoolie or Starbiter; either way, the starry view jumped and shimmered for a moment. When it stabilized again, I realized I was viewing the world in the monochrome I had experienced before — seeing through the special devices for perceiving great distances.

Even with this new perspective, I had difficulty picking out the Shaddill vessel; there was so much sky to survey, all around us, above and below. No doubt the stick-ship was pursuing from our rear, but with nothing to see but unmoving stars, I had no sense of which direction we were heading. At last I discerned a bristly dust mote just visible against the bleak constellations — definitely the stick-ship, though Uclod must have had very good eyes to spot it at such a distance.

'It’s gaining on us,' he said. 'Not quickly, but it’s definitely gaining.'

'Then we must go faster,' I told him. 'Encourage Starbiter to put on more speed.'

'Missy,' he answered, 'my sweet little girl is already ripping along ten times faster than any Zarett before her. It doesn’t seem to hurt her, but I’ll be damned if I risk her life trying to speed up.'

'She is a good and willing Zarett. She will try to go faster if you ask.'

'I’m not going to ask! There’s no reason to drive her till she drops. Even if the Shaddill catch us, they won’t kill us, will they? They’re afraid of the League, just like anyone else.'