Created Tuesday 28 January 2014
So the botonist who cuts bait during the "final battle" and ends up far away after a series of risky jumps and sending extra drives off on decoy jump paths and ends up on a habitable world that's inhabitted by a less advanced civilization.
Remember I'd had a group of pirates follow him out, take him by surprise and almost take over in his stead.
- Yeah, maybe have the natives save the day/choose who they want but choose them and him take usurp really thinking he was making the right decision
Well, I'm thinking now of having him and the pirates eventually come to a compromose Japanese story style.
- And set to building a local strain of humans.
- And he one of the Illuminati who knew that the blattids had designed themselves genetically to become more nasty, cunning, and verile when their genetic diversity went to some lower threshold/their species came close to extinction.
- And realize now probably how they did it--by being in a position just like his, with only a few of them left but someone(s) among their survivors who knew that they had now the chance--and had to now take the chance--to be the ones who embed this into their DNA by, well, selectively breeding to be nasty, cunning, verile little bastards.
- But nasty little bastards that could somehow know when it was time to know that they'd have to hide this aspect of themselves and start working instead of building an enlightened civilization that only developped up to blunderbusses and flak cannons as their stellar weaponry.
- So, he's got to decide if he wants to take this risk and try to have the long-term power to choose who mates with whom and do it in a way that selects bastards in the hopes these bastards will know to change their species way when the time came maybe thousands of generations from now to do this.
- Should he, and if so, how could he? How did they?
- And realize now probably how they did it--by being in a position just like his, with only a few of them left but someone(s) among their survivors who knew that they had now the chance--and had to now take the chance--to be the ones who embed this into their DNA by, well, selectively breeding to be nasty, cunning, verile little bastards.
Oh, and he tells the pirates they're not so much glorious priates as expendable scavengers sent on a likely suicide mission just because their "society" had become so impoverished that the ship he had stolen, a यम 山, had become worth more than all their lives combined.