FYI

George J. Smith wrote:
... mutually self-referential quoting omitted...


I was referring to the fact that Honor is a genie

Quinlan73 wrote:In the aftermath:

"I have become death. Destroyer of worlds."

Attention MAlign!

"As soon as we stop fighting amongst ourselves as to who gives the launch order, you're all going to di—

Dammit Shannon!"

"Oops!"

wkernochan wrote:Benjamin Detweiler was snarling now, and his voice had risen almost to a shriek. "You may be lucky enough to win, Honor Harrington, but you will never escape this fact: You are a traitor to genies everywhere. You will be wiping out centuries of research that has resulted in better beings, with better bodies, better minds, and better ability to face the tough universe out there. Yes, we did what was necessary to survive. And what will you throw it away for? Some romantic, dated idea of the sacredness of unchanged humanity? You yourself are living proof of the superiority of the genie! So go ahead, kill us off! Crawl back into your hole and watch humanity follow its endless cycle of war and corruption. Just know that, someday, the rise of the genie will happen despite you, and, in the meanwhile, we who bore its banner will curse you from the grave!"

Honor Harrington faced the comm screen steadily, and her voice was colder than frozen helium. "We will never know -- will we, Mr. Detweiler? -- whether you have indeed improved the bodies of humans. But what we do know, what your so-called traitors realized, is that you never dared put your beliefs to the test. You could have put modified versions out to gain acceptance, or shown Beowulf and others proof that you really did succeed. But, over hundreds of years, you never did that, did you? And what you continue to make abundantly clear is that you don't see those not in your program as real, as people worth caring about. Over and over, you have erred on the side of secrecy and eliminating threats, with no real care for the side effects of your assassinations, regime meddling, and funding of genetic slavery. And so, we the peoples in this assembled fleet are pledged to end your threats, as far as possible."

"Mr. Detweiler, your actions have caused pain and suffering -- indirectly, because you didn't have the courage to pull the trigger yourself -- to everyone and in this fleet. More than that, you have taught us one thing: History has a dustbin. And it is time that you and yours were thrown into it, and the top nailed shut forever."

She cut off the comm screen, and turned to the figure at her side. "Uncle Jacques," she said, "Yours is the honor."

The pain of the millions dead on Beowulf had not left Jacques' face and voice, but there was no hesitation in his steps as he moved to face the inter-ship comm screen.

"Officers of the assembled fleet," he said, and his voice rang clear as a bell in every ship's command center.

"Execute Operation Scotty Tremaine."

In Admiral Tourville's command center, Commodore Shannon Fouraker was flashing signs to her new treecat, Prefers Tac Witches to Celery. Lester Tourville sighed, and managed not to roll his eyes. "All right, Shannon," he said, "What is it now?"

Shannon's face was blankly innocent. "Excuse me, Admiral," she said. "Can I say oops now?"

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