Beta Colony is all of that and more. Miles has the sneaking, slightly depressing suspicion that Beta would overwhelm Kitty Jones entirely in its utter, unwavering commitment to all things equal, even when that pursuit was taken to the point of madness.
He also, abruptly, wants to show her it himself. Miles likes nothing more than introducing people to pure wonder, to awe, and if they can't be in awe of him then being in awe because of him is the next best thing. But her thoughts that they can't all just run away en masse in exodus are correct. No one could support that quantity of refugees. Ah, well. Perhaps the individual dream, an inspirational trip, could remain alive...
He likes hearing that smile in her voice.
"Absolute pile of crap," he assures her, unable to hold back a snort. "I've been to Earth; it's very much alive and kicking. A bit of a tourist destination now, sure, but there's nothing destructed about it." He pauses to wonder if he should be disillusioning her this much, as per their covers, and then another thought occurs, that if he starts telling her truly dangerous information, they might come drag him out for that interrogation he wants, and Miles starts talking faster.
"You realize the whole rest of the galaxy knows what's going on here, they just don't know the extent, don't you? Bit hard to make a case against someone who allows absolutely no communication contrary to their views. It's easy to sweep something under the rug when there's the latest Cetagandan conquest to worry about, or the latest Jacksonian outrage to serve as a distraction, but solid proof... That's a whole 'nother thing. Humanitarian groups would get a whole lot louder."
Now that he's thinking of it, he realizes it's true. Miles might not have to engineer a governmental collapse if he got the right parties involved. Yes, he's very threatening indeed, Miles thinks, staring intently at where he imagines the invisible bug in the room would be located. You should absolutely come haul me out for questioning.
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He also, abruptly, wants to show her it himself. Miles likes nothing more than introducing people to pure wonder, to awe, and if they can't be in awe of him then being in awe because of him is the next best thing. But her thoughts that they can't all just run away en masse in exodus are correct. No one could support that quantity of refugees. Ah, well. Perhaps the individual dream, an inspirational trip, could remain alive...
He likes hearing that smile in her voice.
"Absolute pile of crap," he assures her, unable to hold back a snort. "I've been to Earth; it's very much alive and kicking. A bit of a tourist destination now, sure, but there's nothing destructed about it." He pauses to wonder if he should be disillusioning her this much, as per their covers, and then another thought occurs, that if he starts telling her truly dangerous information, they might come drag him out for that interrogation he wants, and Miles starts talking faster.
"You realize the whole rest of the galaxy knows what's going on here, they just don't know the extent, don't you? Bit hard to make a case against someone who allows absolutely no communication contrary to their views. It's easy to sweep something under the rug when there's the latest Cetagandan conquest to worry about, or the latest Jacksonian outrage to serve as a distraction, but solid proof... That's a whole 'nother thing. Humanitarian groups would get a whole lot louder."
Now that he's thinking of it, he realizes it's true. Miles might not have to engineer a governmental collapse if he got the right parties involved. Yes, he's very threatening indeed, Miles thinks, staring intently at where he imagines the invisible bug in the room would be located. You should absolutely come haul me out for questioning.