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For Barrayar mods ([personal profile] barrayarmods) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar2017-03-04 05:33 am

[ march i log: we need medicine ]

Who: Everyone
What: New arrivals, desperate times, whispers down the hall.
When: March 1st - 18th
Where: Barrayaran camp / Cetagandan base
Warnings: TBD

Quick links:
Riverfall
Barrayar: Plague / Camp / Missions
Cetaganda: Plague / Base / Missions



welcome to barrayar.
It's the dark of night when you come to in the foothills. Snow on the ground, chill winter wind whistling -- in fact, it's dangerously cold, and all you have is the clothes on your back.. A steep mountain range towers just ahead, its peaks illuminated by the light of two moons. Whatever you last remember, it isn't how you got here, and you feel oddly jetlagged, slightly queasy.

And you're not alone. There are a few other people close by, all looking equally lost and confused. But before any of you have a chance to figure out what's going on, the soldiers arrive. There's a war on, they say, and you unlucky bastards have just been dropped right smack in the middle of it.

With March comes some relief. The first few days to a week are still bitterly, dangerously cold, but the weather starts to pick up gradually over the course of the next couple of months. It only gets barely above freezing, but after the last month, it might as well be a summer's day.

riverfall
The party last month definitely boosted morale, and certainly brought the outsiders closer to the villagers. They're noticeably friendlier toward the outsiders afterward, although they still give the exotics and their accompanying ghem soldiers the evil eye.

Given the village's covert assistance with the war effort and the fact that the Cetagandans found enough data to include the village in its regular patrols, Riverfall has become sort of a middle ground between the two sides. Coinciding visits don't happen every day, but they can provide opportunities for the two factions to secretly meet. Of course, this always carries a risk…best be sure not to be caught by either side's soldiers. Thanks to Negri, the Barrayarans roughly know the patrol schedule.

barrayar
Temperatures are still pretty low by the time March rolls around, and the first week is considerably cold, but it's steadily getting warmer as the month goes on. By the second week, it's just warm enough to start taking baths again -- and boy is there ever a queue.

On the 2nd, a small troop of soldiers arrives, led by Prince Xav Vorbarra, Olivia and Sonia's father, and Piotr's aide-de-camp Captain Ezar Vorbarra, a distant cousin of theirs. They bring with them a load of relief supplies fom Beta Colony, improving not only their food and medicine situation, but some to pass on back to the Riverfall villagers in return for their help. Anyone lurking around at night might see Ezar talking to Negri from time to time as well, and Sonia seems to be getting up to some kind of mischief where Ezar is concerned.

Prince Xav gives Piotr a very helpful tipoff -- there's a Betan biochemist waiting in the occupied district capital, Vorkosigan Vashnoi, to rendezvous with him on his way back off Barrayar. Xav can't stay long; he needs to find another way off-planet, and Doctor Micah Niadem has been laying low in Vorkosigan Vashnoi, but the risk of their presence being detected grows with every day. It may be easier and safer to smuggle them back to the camp than try to get them back off-planet for now -- and besides, their expertise in astrophysics might prove useful. But Xav hasn't yet been able to make contact through the soldiers occupying the city, so Piotr sends his own scouts.

Piotr, with Xav and Ezar as advisors, is trying to come to a decision about what to do about the Cetagandans' wormhole project. There's no telling what the Cetagandans really intend to do with the wormhole device, but disrupting or destroying their project would mean no way home for the outsiders, and…Piotr no longer feels that to be the most honorable option. That, and the idea of this technology in Cetagandan hands does them no favors. But their intelligence on the project is limited -- Byerly will prove to be a useful intelligent asset, certainly, but Piotr is looking for more informants. Any outsiders willing and able to make connections with any exotics sympathetic to the cause would certainly be appreciated by the General.

plague
Early in the month, some of the villagers begin to get sick -- it looks just like a particularly nasty cold at first. It quickly worsens and spreads to the camp, and by the 7th it is evident there is an outbreak of the Barrayaran flu, an influenza variant that has mutated over the last several centuries. Barrayarans have built up antibodies against most strains, but this is a particularly virulent strain, and with a population that has neither vaccines nor modern medicine, it can be fatal. The recent cold snap and limited food haven't exactly fortified anyone's immune systems, either, and in the first half of the month, about half the population of the village and camp come down with the flu at some point.

Although the virus isn't spreading much more quickly than your average flu, it's still a nasty infection, and the symptoms are difficult to effectively treat without proper equipment of facilities. Some of the relief supplies brought by Prince Xav include surgical masks and gloves for the people working triage to protect them from the airborne illness as much as possible. The supplies also include some analgesics and synergine, but hardly enough to go around. Fevers, aches and chills, coughing, vomiting -- they treat them with what they have once they run out of relief supplies. And for the most part, those with the flu manage to pull through and recover -- but if the flu turns to pneumonia, there's almost nothing they can do at that point. Thanks to the tireless efforts of villagers, soldiers, and some outsiders, the first half of the month sees only a 10% mortality rate between the village and the camp, resulting in only 23 influenza-related deaths.

Sonia is among the first to get sick, but she sweats it out in five days or so and manages a full recovery. Olivia, on the other hand, falls much more seriously ill. Piotr takes great care not to get sick; the camp is already incapacitated as it is.

camp
Camp morale is still buckling under the weight of crisis after crisis, but the arrival of Prince Xav and the improving weather have done a lot to lighten the mood. Xav and Ezar coordiate to distribute the relief supplies even as the flu ravages the camp and village, never a dull moment . Olivia and Sonia haven't seen their father Xav in over two years, and it's a long-overdue family reunion. Piotr welcomes the return of his friend and aide-de-camp Ezar, and Sonia seems to be getting into some kind of mischief with her cousin. And in a quiet moment here and there, Ezar can be seen talking to Negri.

By the morning of the 1st, Byerly Vorrutyer will have abruptly disappeared from camp.

Piotr is trying to keep military operations running as much as he can while half the camp tends to the sick or fall sick themselves. They'd found the traitors, yes, but Piotr's anger is far from satisfied. The food shortage had derailed their power supply strategy, and it's only further pushed back by this current crisis, so large operations are off the table. But Piotr has never underestimated the value of psychological warfare in this war. He has a few conveniently available corpses for hacking up and planting in the Cetagandan base just to shake things up a little, and anyone who can lift a sword without coughing is qualified. Xav does not approve.

missions
The medical assistance provided by the outsiders doesn't go unappreciated, nor without effect. Not every day is a success, but they manage to keep the mortality rate relatively low.

The infiltration missions to plant the severed body parts mostly go according to plan, although Lakshmi and Nash run afoul of some guards. Between the outsiders and other Barrayaran squads, they manage to plant several body parts, and in doing so, inadvertently spread the Barrayaran flu to the Cetagandans.

The outsiders scouting out Vorkosigan Vashnoi manage to stay undetected by Cetagandan soldiers, although they run into exotics on the other side. They manage to get some information about Micah's location, but very little…thankfully, Byerly passes on to Miles much more specific information the exotics were able to obtain.

Here are the unabridged mission results.

cetaganda
The snow piled up around the base starts to gradually melt over the course of the month as temperatures rise. The new wave of exotics are processed and very gently prodded like every group has been, but they've been treated with the same level of civility. The Cetagandans are generally exceedingly polite, but they are becoming a little less patient with the exotics after the recent bouts of violence and escapism.

Despite the Barrayaran flu sweeping the base, military operations must carry on. Zahal might have lost his informants in the Barrayaran camp, but he knows they've been struggling, and wants to implement some more aggressive tactics to hit them while they're down -- and more than that, the dead body parts of his own soldiers scattered around the base have had their intended effect, rattling and aggravating the ghem-General -- even more so when they realize that this was the means by which the plague spread to the base. Whatever organized strategy Zahal starts to pull together is immediately disrupted by the rapid spread of the virus through the base. With Cetagandan soldiers dropping like flies, military operations all but come to a halt on the base.

However, Cetagandan intelligence gets wind of a Barrayar-allied astrophysicist from Beta Colony, a planet renowned for its cutting-edge technological advances, particularly in the field of wormhole science; they may be able to solve some of the pieces of the puzzle. The Betan scientist is apparently hiding out in Vorkosigan Vashnoi, the capital city of the city. The virus has spread there too; Barrayarans and Cetagandans alike are facing the outbreak, although the native population seems to be faring a bit better. The Cetagandans need help bringing medical supplies, so while they're at it, the ghem-General dispatches a few teams to try and sniff out the scientist's location. Meanwhile, in the R&D labs, some of the exotics who have been promoted to lab assistant are helping the Cetagandans to make some advancements, and they're finally let in on some more details about the project.

plague
A few days into the month, some of the soldiers start to show cold-like symptoms -- and then the outbreak of Barrayaran influenza spreads rapidly throughout the base. Unlike the Barrayarans, the Cetagandans have no antibodies for this strain, and even their advanced immune systems cannot defend them against a totally new pathogen. They are infected even more quickly than the Barrayarans and their symptoms escalate rapidly as well, resulting in an alarming mortality rate. Cetagandan soldiers are falling sick left and right. Triage starts in the medbay, but they have to quarantine off another wing of the building just to make room for the rapidly growing population of infected ghem. The airborne virus is spreading through the base at an alarming speed -- save for Byerly, no one on base has ever been exposed to it. The symptoms are severe and while the Cetagandans have plenty of equipment, they have neither an antiviral nor a vaccine for the Barrayaran flu. High fever, vomiting, dehydration, respiratory and sinus problems run rampant, and though they have plenty in the way of synergine and analgesics, the Barrayaran flu quickly leads to pneumonia in most Cetagandan patients, and with their immune systems so completely unprepared, most patients with pneumonia die within 24 to 48 hours. The triage assistants are, at least, provided with surgical masks and gloves and antibacterial gel by the bucket load to protect them from the airborne illness as much as possible. By mid-month, nearly two thirds of the base has been infected.

The medical staff scrambles to put up a quarantine while also working on a vaccine for the uninfected population on the base. Byerly, being the only person on base who has ever been exposed to the Barrayaran flu, offers a blood sample -- potentially containing antibodies to this strain. Some of the Cetagandans' testing methods are a little ethically questionable, but they're trying to work fast. They're able to develop a working vaccine with a projected effectiveness of 70%.

Toward the middle of the month, Amai catches the flu and is laid low for about a week. Diya and Zahal take great care not to catch it -- Diya seems particularly absent lately.

base
Paranoia of infection hovers over the entire base, but some of the Cetagandans are concerned with another upcoming event: the arrival of the Handmaiden of the Star Crèche. What the Handmaiden of the Star Crèche actually is or does seems to be rather vague to the exotics -- she seems to play some role in genetic politics -- but it's known that she's haut, like Diya. The Cetagandans are scrambling to prepare for her arrival with considerable worry about resolving the flu epidemic before she touches down. The Cetagandans are about as close to cultural panic as they get right now. Diya received personal notice from the Handmaiden of the Star Crèche herself.

Starting on the 1st, Byerly Vorrutyer joins the exotic ranks as an undercover agent, looking not only for information but to potentially recruit exotics sympathetic to the Barrayaran cause.

Meanwhile in the labs, the Cetagandans have been letting the exotics get a little more hands-on with their research. Natasha, York and Symmetra have risen a bit in the ranks and are brought in on more specific projects. The ghem ladies are, surprisingly, now looking for volunteers to work in the gene labs too -- personnel shortage, of course.

missions
Even though a few of their own fall prey to the illness, the exotics' medical assistance does wind up being quite helpful, particularly with development of the vaccine. Meanwhile, eavesdroppers are doing their usual business and digging deep in places they shouldn't -- particularly where Amai and Diya are concerned.

The exotics that accompany the Cetagandans to Vorkosigan Vashnoi manage to stay undetected by Barrayaran soldiers, although they run into exotics on the other side. They are able to get some very detailed information about Micah's location, which Byerly passes back to the Barrayarans via Miles.

Here are the unabridged mission results.

Note: Negri and Zahal are available for threads by request only. Please hit up Madi or Ammay respectively for you want threads with either of those NPCs. You can also request a thread with Village Speaker Yakiv Gura if you want, in which case hit up Madi.
durango: (do you think that's wise?)

[personal profile] durango 2017-03-07 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Deanna, too, finds comfort in the gardens in between visiting with the sick and dying. The plague has taken an emotional toll on her, despite the lack of her empathic abilities, which for once, she's grateful not to have. So she comes here when she can to meditate and to practice mok'bara, a Klingon martial art. Not only does it bring her some measure of peace, it reminds her of home, and of Worf, whom she misses fiercely.

It's when she is leaving that she sees her: Diya, pressing a letter to her nose and revealing, for once, a true hint of emotion. When the Lady looks up again, there's no way that she will miss Deanna, so the Deanna doesn't try to move, or say anything. She's just waiting to see how Diya will react.
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[personal profile] eugengineer 2017-03-09 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
Diya, eyes closed, exhales one last, slow time -- and starts when she sees Deanna, eyes wide in a totally unguarded look. It only lasts a moment, but she doesn't just look sad, she looks like she aches -- she falters a moment, then straightens her shoulders and tries to school her expression back into that impassive mask. She clasps the letter in both hands.

"Ah. Deanna." A beat, almost awkward. "I thought I was alone in the gardens."

Clearly.
durango: (listening)

[personal profile] durango 2017-03-13 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude." Truly, she didn't. Not this time anyway. Catching Diya in this moment of vulnerability is disconcerting, a violation of the roles they've both been playing. Yet she is unwilling to leave just yet, though politeness would dictate she do so.

"I was only seeking some peace, if only for a little while."
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[personal profile] eugengineer 2017-03-15 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not at all."

That's a lie. She absolutely feels intruded upon. Her balance is off, her impassive mask betrayed by the slight thickness to her voice, the way she tightly clasps that letter. Nothing of that speaks of composure. Even after five years, she feels so hideously naked without her force bubble. Once upon a time, she'd had utter control over how people saw her. She clears her throat softly.

"It is the most peaceful place in the compound," she allows, truthfully this time. "Do you...do some form of meditation, or merely admire the beauty?"
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[personal profile] durango 2017-03-17 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
Naturally curious about what could have so disrupted Diya's composure, Deanna drops her gaze to the letter for a moment before answering. "I meditate, and exercise." Truth is, without the mok'bara, Deanna would find hard to maintain her own presence of mind.
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[personal profile] eugengineer 2017-03-20 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Diya is more than happy to direct the conversation away from herself while she tries to gather the threads of her composure. She feels -- not shaken, but almost violated, if unintentionally, to have her moment of vulnerability so intruded upon. She shouldn't have come here, she thinks. Staring at the snowdrop field, thinking of Sei -- it was a mistake. Too easy for others to see. She goes to such painstaking lengths to keep herself opaque.

"What sort of meditation?" She keeps her voice quiet, ostensibly for the quiet of the gardens, but because the melody of her voice will drown out any strain in it. "Nothing to do with your lost psionics, I presume, or you would not be able to here."
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[personal profile] durango 2017-03-20 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's called Mok'bara." There's a pause as she debates how much to reveal next. But if the source of Diya's discomposure is what she thinks it is, perhaps she can elicit more of a response from the other woman. "It's a martial art from my partner's home world. Whenever I miss him too much, it helps me to feel closer to him."
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[personal profile] eugengineer 2017-03-22 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, it certainly elicits a response. Caught off guard by the mention of a partner -- God, she is so very off balance right now, and she hates it -- Diya flinches slightly, her grip on the envelope tightening, threatening to crease it, but she smooths it out of her expression quickly enough.

"Is this something you often practice with your partner?" There's just the slightest strain to her voice, a slightly sour note in the usual hautish euphony.
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[personal profile] durango 2017-03-24 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
Ah. Her suspicions are confirmed. Not that Deanna is surprised, mind you. It has already been made patently clear the Lady has no respect for her husband.

"At least once a week, more if we can find the time."
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[personal profile] eugengineer 2017-03-25 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
Her relationship with the ghem-General is...complicated, tied up in politics on both sides of Cetagandan society. Neither Amiability nor compatibility was a significant factor in the decision, and the decision hadn't been hers. If Diya had her way, she'd never have left Eta Ceta, never have left the comfort of her force bubble. Diya's gaze strays from Deanna to the bed of snowdrops beneath the willow tree, her expression somber, not impassive.

"Is this common practice among romantic partners from his world?"
durango: (oh really?)

[personal profile] durango 2017-03-27 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
Despite her dislike of Diya - or maybe distrust is a better word, she hardly knows enough about her to dislike her - Deanna feels sympathy for her. It's never an easy thing, to be forced away from the one you love.

She laughs softly at Diya's question. Klingons do much more than a weekly spar with their partners. "Actually, yes, but that's not why we do it. He teaches a class on our ship - I was taking the class before we got together so we just... folded it into our lives together."
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[personal profile] eugengineer 2017-03-30 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Deanna's laughter seems to sting, somehow. It isn't returned with so much as a smile -- not that cool impassivity, either, but something more vulnerable than she'd like.

"That sounds rather poetic," she comments, rather neutrally, although a bitter jealousy lurks in the pit of her stomach. "And what about your own world? Is there no stigma for partnerships with those from other worlds?"
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[personal profile] durango 2017-03-31 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
The laughter was not meant unkindly so when she sees the expression on Diya's face - discomfort? jealousy? It's hard to tell and that drives Deanna nuts that she can't simply sense the emotion - her own smile falters. She shakes her head. "No, not on Betazed. I am still half-human, remember."
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[personal profile] eugengineer 2017-04-03 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah. Yes, of course."

Diya is starting to collect herself more, moving slightly away from the sensitive spot in this conversation, though she still holds the letter tightly. Perhaps she should not have brought it with her. It would be far too conspicuous to try to slip it into her robes now.

"I didn't wish to assume," she murmurs, looking at Deanna with slightly more open curiosity than she generally permits herself. And for once, it isn't that uncomfortable ant-under-a-magnifying-glass kind of curiosity. It seems somehow more genuine. Almost personal. Almost. "Exceptions may be made for societal stigma. Special cases and the like. But I take it yours was not such -- nor your parents'?"
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[personal profile] durango 2017-04-04 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
And for once, Deanna feels almost relaxed around Diya.

Almost.

She shakes her head. "There is little stigma against partnering with members of other species among Betazoids - hybrids like myself are fairly common."
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[personal profile] eugengineer 2017-04-05 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hm. How novel."

That stigma certainly exists among the Cetagandans. Not taboo, perhaps, but for one to marry an offworlder, with an inferior genetic legacy? It goes against many of Cetaganda's cultural ideals. And the haut...the haut do not marry at all, don't have anything resembling a nuclear or even clannish family structure, because that isn't how their particular caste society handles reproduction and transfer of power. And they certainly hardly ever dally outside their class. That sort of thing is seen as borderline sexually deviant to the haut. No, the haut do not marry, unless they have been culled from their Constellation, and then for that purpose only.

But instead of voicing any thoughts on Cetagandan parallels, she says instead, "On this planet, it's considered taboo to marry outside one's class. Illegal, even, if I am to understand it. A prole man can suffer as much as a death sentence for merely having sexual relations with a woman of the Vor class. Something to do with their cultural fixation on their idea of honor."
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[personal profile] durango 2017-04-07 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Deanna's eyes grow wide. She's more than a little appalled. "A death sentence?" Even at the height of Betazed's matriarchal rule, there was no such thing as a death penalty - when you can hear the thoughts of the dying, there is little appeal in that brand of punishment. "Simply for having sex?"
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[personal profile] eugengineer 2017-04-08 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
"As I understand it, the sentence is for robbing a Vor lady of her honor, rather than the sexual act itself. But that combined with the class breach seems to constitute a considerable violation of one's honor." Diya sounds both distantly amused and disapproving. She says the word honor almost like it's some foreign term. "This planet's sexual double standards are embarrassingly backwards. The charges apply regardless of how consensual it is, or who initiated it."
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[personal profile] durango 2017-04-12 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
Normally, Deanna would object to calling another group of people backwards but if she's being honest with herself, she's in agreement with Diya in this case. "It's cruel, is what it is."
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[personal profile] eugengineer 2017-04-16 01:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"If you think that's cruel, you should hear what they do to infants born with visible birth defects." Diya doesn't need to feign the note of disgust in her voice; she doesn't even bother trying to hide it. "Which would no longer be a problem if they had access to uterine replicators. There are so many risks associated with body births, particularly without modern medicine."
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[personal profile] durango 2017-04-19 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Deanna visibly blanches at that - she can't help but think of Ian. Still, she reminds herself, Diya most certainly has a bias and moreover, a reason to turn Deanna against the Barrayarans. And, she has to admit to herself, it's working somewhat. What she needs is a more independent source to verify the things Diya is telling her.

But this doesn't mean Diya isn't still worth listening to. "How exactly do the uterine replicators work, if you don't mind my asking?"
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(JAZZ HANDS) FAKE REPRODUCTIVE SCIENCE

[personal profile] eugengineer 2017-04-25 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, that's the appropriate reaction, Deanna. Diya doesn't think she needs to be explicit; she's sure Deanna can guess at the infanticide.

"Do you not have such technlogy in your world?" There is a note of genuine surprise -- under that thin layer of Cetagandan superiority, of course. "I'm sure you can guess at the fundamentals of in vitro fertilization, at least. The uterine replicator can bring a fetus to full term from an implanted zygote, though placental transfers from cesarean operations are not unheard of. But for the most part, zygote implantation is preferred -- it allows for genetic modification before fetal development.

"The uterine replicator contains a sponge matrix meant to serve as an interface between the placental barrier and the uterine wall, through which it absorbs a highly oxygenated nutrient solution, mimicking the organic body birth process. In cases of zygote implantation, the development of the placenta is synthetically induced. The replicators must be monitored and serviced regularly, of course; filters replaced, nutrient solution replenished. It's a very sterile and stable environment for fetal development, provided the replicator is properly serviced."
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throws fake science back at you

[personal profile] durango 2017-04-28 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Deanna nods, following along easily enough. At least it gives her something to focus on other than infanticide. "Impressive. I certainly see why there is an appeal in such a method - fewer complications and less pain. But while we no doubt could achieve it technologically, I'm not sure Humans in my world would accept it, not yet anyway. And as for Betazoids... the telepathic bond between mother and child is crucial to our development and cannot be replicated with technology, no matter how advanced."
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[personal profile] eugengineer 2017-04-29 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Another unique neurological feature of your heritage, yes," Diya murmurs thoughtfully, though she looks genuinely skeptical and almost quizzical. "I cannot imagine why humans in your world would reject such technology. This isn't a purely Cetagandan invention. It's standard around the Nexus."
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[personal profile] durango 2017-04-30 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
And that says a lot, right there, that Diya cannot possibly see why there might be people uncomfortable - even fearful - of that level of technological interference in their reproduction.

How very differently history must have gone on this universe's Earth.

"Tell me, how conversant are you with Earth history? I'm curious to know what the differences are between my Earth and your Earth."
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