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.You're ruled by your machines.You're an evolutionary dead end.The trouble is that to take your mind off it you try to drag everybody else down there with you.The worst thing that could happen to the galaxy would be if the Culture wins this war.'He paused to let her say something, but she was still sitting with her head down, shaking it.He laughed at her.'You know, Balveda, for such a sensitive species you show remarkably little empathy at times.''Empathise with stupidity and you're halfway to thinking like an idiot,' muttered the woman, still not looking at Horza.He laughed again and got to his feet.'Such.bitterness, Balveda,' he said.She looked up at him.'I'll tell you, Horza,' she said quietly, 'we're going to win.'He shook his head.'I don't think so.You wouldn't know how to.'Balveda sat back again, hands spread behind her.Her face was serious.'We can learn, Horza.''Who from?''Whoever has the lesson there to teach,' she said slowly.'We spend quite a lot of our time watching warriors and zealots, bullies and militarists—people determined to win regardless.There's no shortage of teachers.''If you want to know about winning, ask the Idirans.'Balveda said nothing for a moment.Her face was calm, thoughtful, perhaps sad.She nodded after a while.'They do say there's a danger.in warfare,' she said, 'that you'll start to resemble the enemy.' She shrugged.'We just have to hope that we can avoid that.If the evolutionary force you seem to believe in really works, then it'll work through us, and not the Idirans.If you're wrong, then it deserves to be superseded.''Balveda,' he said, laughing lightly, 'don't disappoint me.I prefer a fight.You almost sound as though you're coming round to my point of view.''No,' she sighed.'I'm not.Blame it on my Special Circumstances training.We try to think of everything.I was being pessimistic.''I'd got the impression SC didn't allow such thoughts.''Then think again, Mr Changer,' Balveda said, arching one eyebrow.'SC allows all thoughts.That's what some people find so frightening about it.'Horza thought he knew what the woman meant.Special Circumstances had always been the Contact section's moral espionage weapon, the very cutting edge of the Culture's interfering diplomatic policy, the elite of the elite, in a society which abhorred elitism.Even before the war, its standing and its image within the Culture had been ambiguous.It was glamorous but dangerous, possessed of an aura of roguish sexiness—there was no other word for it—which implied predation, seduction, even violation.It had about it too an atmosphere of secrecy (in a society that virtually worshipped openness) which hinted at unpleasant, shaming deeds, and an ambience of moral relativity (in a society which clung to its absolutes: life/good, death/bad; pleasure/good, pain/bad) which attracted and repulsed at once, but anyway excited.No other part of the Culture more exactly represented what the society as a whole really stood for, or was more militant in the application of the Culture's fundamental beliefs.Yet no other part embodied less of the society's day-to-day character.With war, Contact had become the Culture's military, and Special Circumstances its intelligence and espionage section (the euphemism became only a little more obvious, that was all).And with war, SC's position within the Culture changed, for the worse.It became the repository for the guilt the people in the Culture experienced because they had agreed to go to war in the first place: despised as a necessary evil, reviled as an unpleasant moral compromise, dismissed as something people preferred not to think about.SC really did try to think of everything, though, and its Minds were reputedly even more cynical, amoral and downright sneaky than those which made up Contact; machines without illusions which prided themselves on thinking the thinkable to its ultimate extremities.So it had been wearily predicted that just this would happen.SC would become a pariah, a whipping-child, and its reputation a gland to absorb the poison in the Culture's conscience.But Horza guessed that knowing all this didn't make it any easier for somebody like Balveda.Culture people had little stomach for being disliked by anybody, least of all their fellow citizens, and the woman's task was difficult enough without the added burden of knowing she was even greater anathema to most of her own side than she was to the enemy.'Well, whatever, Balveda,' he said, stretching.He flexed his stiff shoulders within the suit, pulled his fingers through his thin, yellow-white hair.'I guess it'll work itself out.'Balveda laughed mirthlessly.'Never a truer word.' She shook her head.'Thanks, anyway,' he told her.'For what?''I think you just reinforced my faith in the ultimate outcome of this war.''Oh, just go away, Horza.' Balveda sighed and looked down to the floor.Horza wanted to touch her, to ruffle her short black hair or pinch her pale cheek, but guessed it would only upset her more.He knew too well the bitterness of defeat to want to aggravate the experience for somebody who was, in the end, a fair and honourable adversary.He went to the door, and after a word with the guard outside he was let out.'Ah, Bora Horza,' Xoralundra said as the human appeared out of the cell doorway.The Querl came striding along the companionway.The guard outside the cell straightened visibly and blew some imaginary dust off his carbine.'How is our guest?''Not very happy.We were trading justifications and I think I won on points [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]