cthia wrote:I know Manticorans are well trained, but a Captain having that much engineering knowledge seems incredible to me.
cthia wrote:She's an Alpha.
I was unhappy with that thought when I read it in one of the books, but I am not sure this was intended by the author to be true or intended to just be something that the Malign told itself. Because if intended to be true, then the original Detweiler vision has succeeded in a way.
I much prefer this exposition in
From the Highlands:
The face belonged to the old man, the one he had tried to disable with a kick.
The man spoke. His voice was soft and low. "I used to be a biologist, Kennesaw, before I decided to concentrate on my art. What you're seeing here is an illustration of the fallacy of Platonic thinking applied to evolutionary principles."
The words were pure gibberish. Something of Kennesaw's confusion must have shown, because the face emitted a slight chuckle.
"It's sometimes called 'population thinking,' Kennesaw. A pity you never learned to apply those methods. Instead, you made the classic mistake of categorizing people into abstract types instead of recognizing their concrete variations."
Gibberish. Another chuckle.
"You're only a 'superman,' Kennesaw, if you compare the average of the Sacred Band to the average of the rest of humanity. Unfortunately, you're now in the hands of two men who, in different ways, vary quite widely from the norm. Partly because of our own genetic background, and partly due to training and habit."
The almond-shaped eyes moved slightly, looking past Kennesaw's own head. "I'm not sure how well this is going to work. I'm sure he's got an absolutely phenomenal pain threshold."
Finally, Kennesaw heard the monster speak. "Don't care," came a hoarse grunt. "I'm sure he was one of the men who took her, which means there'll be traces of where they went somewhere in the apartment."
The Oriental face frowned. "Then why—"
Even as dazed as he was, the brief exchange made clear to Kennesaw the identity of his assailants. He managed some grunting words of his own. "You crazy, Z'wicki? Anyt'in' happen t'me, 'ey'll kill 'er."
The clasp tightened, and Kennesaw couldn't prevent a low groan.
"I don't think so. As sloppy as you people are, they'll just assume you're goofing off somewhere. How would I know you were involved?"
Despite the crushing pain, some part of Kennesaw's brain was still functioning objectively. So he understood the incredible strength which lay behind those words. Precious few, if any, of the Select themselves would have been able to so completely immobilize Kennesaw. Much less, at the same time, manage to speak in what was almost a normal tone of voice!
"And you've already told me the only thing I really needed to know from you," continued the hoarse voice from behind. "I'm not cold-blooded enough to kill a man I'm not sure is guilty."
It took a moment for the meaning to register on Kennesaw. He tried to grunt another warning, but the hoarse voice overrode his words.
"This is called a full nelson, Scrag. It's an illegal maneuver in tournament wrestling. Here's why."
* * *
In the brief time that followed, Kennesaw understood some of what the little Oriental had been trying to explain to him. Variation. He never would have believed that any subhuman would have been strong enough to—
The point is that I would prefer that victory came from the natural variation of the species, rather than some artificial cause. Although that is rather foolish of me in Honor's case, since her genetic material had already received an artificial change with the heavy planet strength and intelligence boost of the Meyerdahl-B modifications.
So I will content myself thought that what constitutes an Alpha, Beta or Gamma has been changing as the result of experiments and improvements. If one of Honor's ancestors really was an Alpha at that time; that person might not even be considered a Gamma by now, because of those incremental improvements made since then.