One of the beautiful things about a delusion is that no matter how mad someone gets at it ... he can't do it any harm. Therefore a delusion can be a fine thing for prodding angry belligerents....
account except for Defense.
This situation lasts seventy years getting worse all the time, now Rumors have started on each side that the other is developing an Ultimate Weapon, and the political parties not in power are agitating to move first before the thing is complete.
The observers report War not maybe this year or the next but within ten, and if neither side was looking for an Ultimate Weapon to begin with they certainly are now.
Taking all this at face value there seems an obvious solution.
I am thinking this over in an academic sort of way when an itchy trickle of sweat starts down my vertebrae.
Who is going to apply this solution? Because if this is anything but another Test, or the output of a diseased sense of humor, I would be sorry for somebody.
I dial black coffee on the wall servitor and wish B were here so we could prove to each other the thing is just an exercise; I do not do so well at spotting proofs on my own.
Most of our class exercises ha
A different sort of sci-fi novella. A group of undergraduate seniors in Cultural Engineering are shanghaied into space by their professor and brainstorm ways to prevent two colonies of humans on a distant planet from going to war. The slowest part of the story is the problem-solving section in the middle. There is a nice mix of competent men and women in the story, something you almost never get from a male author. It has a nice climax where the plan starts to fall apart, and a good twist on the old hero-saves-the-space-babe-and-they-fall-in-love space opera ending.