Jᴀᴄᴜʀᴜᴛᴜ - Tʜᴇ Cᴀsᴛ Oᴜᴛ

Hadi Benotto wrote:Maybe that was one of the reasons why the HM were so interested in the BGs abilities, particularly cellular manipulation? If it was biological agents, the BG had ways of countering those internally so they would pose no problem.

Ampoliros wrote:I also had the sensation that Frank was going to explore the use of worms as an environmental weapon: drop sandtrout on a planet and watch it slowly turn into a husk. The process is reversible, but at great expense.

Odrade was not deflected by warnings from within. "But the hand that swatted us
would fester, and eventually, sickness would consume you."
It could not be stated plainer without specific details.
"Impossible!"
An orange glare.
"Do you think us unaware of how you were driven back here by your enemies?"
My most dangerous gambit.
Odrade watched it take effect. A dark scowl was not Dama's only visible response. Orange vanished, leaving her eyes an oddly bland discrepancy on the glowering face.
Odrade nodded as though Dama had answered. "We could leave you vulnerable to those who assail you, those who drove you into this cul de sac."
"You think we . . ."
"We know."
At least, now I know.

"I find it difficult to contemplate humankind spreading into an unlimited universe," Tam said. "The possibilities . . ."
"Infinite numbers game." Odrade stepped across a broken curb. "That should be repaired. We've been playing the infinity game since we learned to jump Foldspace."
There was no joy in Bellonda.
"It's not a game!"
Odrade could appreciate Bellonda's feelings. We have never seen empty space. Always more galaxies. Tam's right. It's daunting when you focus on that Golden
Path.
Memories of explorations gave the Sisterhood a statistical handle on it but little else. So many habitable planets in a given assemblage and, among those, an expected additional number that could be terraformed.
"What's evolving out there?" Tamalane demanded.
A question they could not answer. Ask what Infinity might produce and the only answer possible was, "Anything."
Any good, any evil; any god, any devil.
"What if Honored Matres are fleeing something?" Odrade asked. "Interesting possibility?"
"These speculations are useless," Bellonda muttered. "We don't even know if Foldspace introduces us to one universe or many . . . or even an infinite number
of expanding and collapsing bubbles."
"Did the Tyrant understand this any better than we do?" Tamalane asked.

SandChigger wrote:(I think it's probably something more like this: he assumes the readers are too stupid to [or don't] care and, since he's basically lazy, he doesn't try.)

muddism wrote:CH explains that Daniel and Marty are independent Face Dancers, so that's pretty clear. What I'm wondering is could they also be in league with advanced cyborgs. Reading CH I kinda got the impression he might have been laying down the framework for this, especially when Odrade gave the order to cyborg Clairby. With the ancient prejudices of the Butlerian Jihad it could possibly tie in. Did anyone else suspect this?

I know we will never know how he would have ended it but it seems more logical than the fagot ass thinking machines Baby Herbert threw at us. Frank did have a liking for cyborgs and wrote about them several times. Just a thought...but I'm sure someone like Sandchigger will cut it down presently.