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Enae
Ambassador Seimet
the multibodied Radchaai ruler, Anaander Mianaai,
the conscious artificial intelligences that the Radchaai used to control warships and large stations had declared themselves a Significant Species,
that treaty. It was the only thing that kept the Presger from tearing apart ships and stations—and human beings—
the person they were looking for was either Radchaai diplomatic staff in possession of dangerous information,
or a Presger Translator.
Zemil.
the person
the person
Caphing,”
Caphing Igoeto
honestly.
sie found that sie liked Caphing, sie couldn’t say why, exactly.
What Enae wanted to do was stay here,
honestly,
What Enae wanted to do was leave here
honestly,
“The conclave,”
Sixewa,
arrack
talking too much about eir plans beforehand was the surest way to have those plans criticized, nitpicked, negated.
Better to think carefully and then go ahead and do what needed to be done and take the consequences later.
How could sie leave here, leave Saeniss Polity, even leave the system? How could sie even begin to know how to deal with things out there in the world,
Velec Settlement,
Zeosen
Reet
Maman
Mom,
halawa
There’s no way to know from someone’s DNA if they had ancestors on Lovehate Station. We can only know if they’ve got genetic relatives among the descendants of the people who survived.”
“The stories about the Schans are different depending on who’s telling them.
Reet had never been one of them. Never really wanted to be one of them.
Except sometimes he had wanted to.
“Those stories—you know, when people have power, they can do terrible things.
But also, people who hate them can twist things around or exaggerate, and make them sound worse than they are.
“What do they tell you it means to be a Schan?” It meant Reet was rude, arrogant. A cannibal. A torturer.
one of the neighbors will tell us how we’re some of those good
Chirra,
Why the ever-loving fuck do they want a real Schan?”
Keroxane,
“What, they’d want me to lead a revolution against the Phen?” The idea struck Reet as ridiculous. “Maybe,” said Mom.

