The Inquest was an interesting place to live, but Karakael would never say it was pleasant...unless you were one of the few on the top. It was a galaxy where humanity reigned supreme, and there were amazing wonders and beauty that came out of it, just as there was horrors and suffering.
"Have you striven for a millenium to fix the problems of the galaxy? Or to attempt to save as many as possible despite the ever present guilt of being unable to save all? Or will you be done when you complete your contract, ready to go back to the gray world and fight no more because the problems that the 'real' world faces are impossible to fix with bullets or violence?"
"I am not wrong." The Inquestor replies with absolute, justified, certainty. "But I will give you the chance to prove it to yourself, as Elloran wishes."
"Then what would you have us do, child? Deny people the right to do what ever they can to survive? My death would have allowed ten people the ability to survive. Would you prefer us to destroy worlds and restructure societies simply because they allow the practice of slavery? There are a million worlds where such an occupation protects the poor from worse forms of work. There are a million others where it is just as evil as you say it is. A million where it is illegal and shunned. And tens of millions of variations in between.
Were we to stop manufacturing servo-corpses five worlds would loose the only thing that gives its people a job. Seventy billion people would die if we were to create robots to do the job that a dead body would do. Would that be more preferable to you than the possibility that one child among a million might die?"
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"Have you striven for a millenium to fix the problems of the galaxy? Or to attempt to save as many as possible despite the ever present guilt of being unable to save all? Or will you be done when you complete your contract, ready to go back to the gray world and fight no more because the problems that the 'real' world faces are impossible to fix with bullets or violence?"
"I am not wrong." The Inquestor replies with absolute, justified, certainty. "But I will give you the chance to prove it to yourself, as Elloran wishes."
"Then what would you have us do, child? Deny people the right to do what ever they can to survive? My death would have allowed ten people the ability to survive. Would you prefer us to destroy worlds and restructure societies simply because they allow the practice of slavery? There are a million worlds where such an occupation protects the poor from worse forms of work. There are a million others where it is just as evil as you say it is. A million where it is illegal and shunned. And tens of millions of variations in between.
Were we to stop manufacturing servo-corpses five worlds would loose the only thing that gives its people a job. Seventy billion people would die if we were to create robots to do the job that a dead body would do. Would that be more preferable to you than the possibility that one child among a million might die?"