"Ringo, John - Council Wars 1 - There Will Be Dragons" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ringo John)so many chose wild body forms. Aikawa, however, had the broad face and
epicanthic fold of a classic Son of Han. His appearance was so true to standard that it actually detracted from his looks; the flattened nose, broad cheekbones and epicanthic folds being decidedly nonstandard. Without doing a DNA scan and violating privacy, Sheida couldn't tell if his appearance was natural or artificial. Whichever it was, the appearance was a personal statement, like Bowman's height. However, it was a far more ambiguous one. And Aikawa had also cultivated a poker face to make any of the rest of the Council envious. "Frankly, I would make them work for the games and delights, yes," Paul said. "I think that we need to reinstitute work. For those of you who don't know what that word meansЕ" "Ssspare usss, Paul," Ungphakorn said. "What we do now isss 'work,' at leassst when it comesss to talking to you. And mossst of usss have no more children than any of the ressst of the world." "I don't see you raising a huge brood, Paul," Ishtar interjected. "I have five children," Bowman replied, proudly. "Yes, and you have dumped the actual job of raising them off on five separate females," Ishtar snapped. "What you don't understand, you stupid little man, is that since each of them only had one child, and since by law you have to have both a male and female genetics to produce a child, all of your 'work' to produce multiple children has been in vain. As long as women control reproduction, men are nothing but a source of DNA." "Perhaps that should be changed as well," Paul snapped. "Why should women control reproduction? If I want to have a child which is mine and another wrong with that?" "Law and history," Sheida interjected with a sigh. She looked at his surprised face and laughed out loud. "What? You thought because I didn't object to your statements and that I have had minimal Change that I agreed with you? Far from it. Let us discuss your suggestion." She leaned back, called up some texts for a moment's review, then nodded. "In theЕ twenty-first century, the Iron Brotherhood was founded. Its stated intention was to 'eliminate the scourge of womankind by replacing them.' Using the relatively new DNA structuring abilities of the time, they grew children in early-model uterine replicators, 'all male children from all male genetics.' They only existed as a functional group for about three generations. The children were dysfunctional in the extreme since the average male has all the maternal instincts of a male leopard. By and large they were raised with minimal positive input and minimal interaction because males are lousy mothers." "So you say," Bowman snarled. "That is history so old that it's practically fable!" "There are at least four similar failures in history, Paul," she said with a thin smile. "Many of them closer in time. Individual males may be excellent mothers, but letting any old male uncork a child 'just because' is a route to another dysfunctional generation. And we've had far too many of those over the years. You really should do some research for a change instead of just listening to the voices in your head. Speaking of which, what sort of 'work' were you intending to enforce?" "I said nothing of 'enforce,' " Bowman snapped. |
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