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They were not trying to figure out which stars could host a human habitable planet.
(Which is a thought born of an aging civilization, by the way). But can you conjure up before you, in your mind, a wall with a hundred thousand bricks in it: and see all the bricks simultaneously? No wonder Imperial Terra let the facts about Freehold lie unheeded in the data banks.
Perhaps they will evolve a distinctive sense of identity apart from planetary endemism, or they may go in search a of world to call home.We are not a hair better than our great, greenskinned, gatortailed Merseian rivals, not even considering that they have no hair; we are simply different in looks and language, similar in imperial appetites. Never mind the estimated four million suns inside our borders . I myself had never heard of the place before I was asked to take this job.The galaxy—what tiny part of it we can ever control—cares not one quantum whether their youthful greed and boldness overcome our wearied satiety and caution. Think just of the approximately one hundred thousand whose planets we do visit, occupy, order about, accept tribute from. A hundred thousand; no more; you could count that high in about seven hours. Then consider a planet, a world, as big and diverse and old and mysterious as ever Terra was. And I am a specialist in worlds and the beings that inhabit them. Did I not, a few years ago, watch the total destruction of one?And today, when war ramps loose on Freehold and Imperial marines are dispatched to fight Merseia's Arulian cat's-paws—we still see nothing but a border action.It is most unlikely that anyone at His Majesty's court is more than vaguely aware of what is happening. Please advise."And the entire answer that can be given to this appeal thus far is me. Not even a Naval officer—not even a specialist in human cultures—such cannot be gotten, except for tasks elsewhere that look more vital.