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© 2008, Michel Grover. All rights reserved.
Chapter 12 | Part 5
Sunday, October 7, 1984

Another hawk drifts low over a clearing, hunting. I tuck my wings and drop, claws extended. Feathers scatter as I slam into him, raking him with my talons. For a moment, he is stunned and perches. Zip by him again, so he flies straight out my territory, as fast as he can go. He won't be back.

A distant murmur of voices awakens me. Open my eyes to see Soji seated beside the bed like a statue, watching me. The voices are coming from outside the room. Push aside the covers and sit up slowly. Soji picks me up easily, carries me to the toilet and then helps me clean up afterward.

A few minutes later, dressed in sweats and a robe, leaning heavily on Soji, I limp into the spacious living room where people, mostly men, are standing around or sitting. They watch as Soji moves me to one of my big chairs with an ottoman.

Once I'm comfortable, Bruno sits at one side of me and Don sits at the other. Look over the group. One of the young FBI agents breaks the silence by saying, "Hey Price, nice bowling ball grip on that nurse's eye sockets. How did that neck crunch sound?"

"Satisfying," I tell him. Laughter and then everyone is talking at once. Much of the cotton sensation is gone but some is left. The pain is raw and grindingly intense, but as I told the doc, it's better than being drugged or dead.

Tony George stands and lifts his arms. "Okay everybody, listen up. We have a couple things to cover with you, Jill. After that, we're outta here."

"First, Jill, turns out our shooter is an old pro imported from London. She's singing loudly and clearly about the contract network. We're working with federal and local anti-crime in New York and New Jersey. We have made four arrests based on information from the shooter's network. We will probably make two more directly related to yesterday morning's attempt in the hospital."

One of the cops shouts, "Two bullet wounds, nearly drugged unconscious and she still fuckin' near tears the bitch's head off! Score another righteous kill for Jill Price!" A general cheer goes up among the men and women.

"Second," shouts Tony George. "This is Mr. Harold Kinecki from the justice department."

A stocky man steps forward. He's about sixty years old, wears glasses and a suit. He glances at me and then at the people in the room.

Soji watches him closely.

He says in a soft voice, "This is an on-going federal investigation and prosecution involving multiple jurisdictions. That's what you say. We are clamping down on all media coverage. A short, short list of people outside of this room knows what happened. It stays that way. If this story leaks so we can't make convictions stick, not only will I fire the responsible agent or officer without a pension, I will prosecute him or her for obstruction of justice. That's for starters. Thank you."

Tony George steps forward again and says, "Questions?"

"What happens to the shooter?" asks Don.

"She goes home," says Tony George. "She gave up the whole crew—hers and the money who financed it. Probably retire in Spain for the rest of her life—under house arrest, of course."

"Fuckin' bullshit," says Don.

"Jack was my partner and friend, Don," says Tony George.

Place my hand on Don's hand. Everyone goes quiet. "You say the shooter was a pro?" I ask. "No involvement with me at all?"

"No idea who you are beyond contextual information from the sponsor," says Tony.

"Sure you're getting everything?"

"Even some ancient history. She'll clear a lot of cases, Jill."

"And she'll be under surveillance?"

"Constant surveillance," says Tony.

"Then let her go, Don," I tell him. "I don't care and neither should you."

Don purses his lips, squeezing my hand lightly. After more warnings and threats about leaks to the news media, Tony orders almost everyone out.

Mr. Harold Kinecki representing the justice department walks over to me and glances at Soji, who eyes him suspiciously. "I'd like to speak with you, Miss Price, if it's alright with your bodyguard."

I neither like nor trust the man. Look through the lens of his glasses. "Why?"

He carefully removes his glasses and places them in the inside pocket of his jacket, glancing again at Soji, who is visibly ready. "I've been trying to put Alphonse away for over a decade. Your cooperation has helped drop him into my clutches."

"So?"

"We'll offer him 25 and probably settle on 20 to life. He'll probably get out in 15."

"In exchange for what?"

"Keeping this trial sealed. He and his defense team want this kept out of the media as much as you and I do, Miss Price."

"Why?"

"Alphonse wants his name and affiliations separated from his grand-nephews."

"So what do you want from me, Mr. Kinecki?" I ask.

"Don't talk to anyone, especially the media. Okay?"

"Okay," I tell Mr. Kinecki.

He smiles, which is not a pleasant expression for a lawyer in his position, inclines his head and leaves quickly. Soji relaxes.

Only Tony, Don and Bruno are left besides Soji. I hug Bruno for a minute and then tell him to get going. He asks if I'm sure, gives me a kiss and leaves with Don.

Turning to Tony, I look him in the eye. "Did you tape the shoot, Tony?"

"Yeah and we had the experts analyze it, Jill. Jack was dead before you even grabbed him. You let that go, just like the shooter."

Squirm, irritating my shoulder and fanning the flames of pain. "Yeah, I know that, Tony, but. . . ."

Tony's about my age. He looks at me, his young-old face a witness to much casual brutality and death. He rubs his eyes.

"What do you want, Price?"

"To talk with her."

"The shooter? The fuck for?"

"Don't know, Tony. I'm trying to understand."

"Understand what?"

"I don't know. Maybe myself."

"Bullshit, Price. You're no nut bag. Shit's tight. What?"

"Third time I've been shot, had a friend die in my hands. Christ, Tony, have I asked for anything through three months of attempts on my life? I was the bait, for Christ's sake. I'm askin'."

"I hate this shit," he mutters and picks up my phone and dials. "Doc Pete still there? Yeah." He looks at me and says, "One of the Bureau's shrinks, a criminal psychologist, says you might get more out of the shooter. Thinks she's saving something to tell you alone. Price, I want you to know I'm dead set against this."

"I understand. Thanks, Tony."

He says into the phone, "Okay, Price will talk with her. Yes, now." He takes the phone from his ear, looks at me and says, "Sure?"

Reach for the phone, but he kills the connection.

Frown at him.

He looks at me.

A knock comes at the door. Soji opens the door and in walks two agents with a woman dressed in jeans, sneakers, a sweatshirt and a jacket. Soji takes one look at her and takes her elbow. He guides her toward me.

She walks the length of the room and sits on the corner of the sofa sectional with Soji between us. I put her at fifty, fit and slightly taller than me. She looks energetic, confident and calm. She's wearing a New York ball cap, which seems out of character until I remember the stun grenade that hit her by dumb luck. She's wearing the ball cap to hide bandages.

"Hello," she says to me.

"Hello."

She looks at me for a few seconds. "Jill Price," she says, "I'm Alice Hawkins."

Of course she knows my name, not that I care. I shrug, re-igniting the searing pain behind my right shoulder.

She notices it though. "I'm never sloppy. I was aiming at your voice," says the woman, narrowing her eyes slightly. "I really only saw three or perhaps four silhouettes." She takes a deep breath and releases a sigh, "However, it was the best shot I'd ever had, so I just blazed away, as it were, trying to mow you down, you see."

The best shot I'd ever had. "I could feel the hairs on my neck for a few days now," I tell her.

She nods. "I did try to take you several times. You won't stay still long enough for a trigger pull and you don't telegraph your moves."

So I've had crosshairs on my skull more than once. The realization makes me want to upchuck on the spot. Release a slight burp as the sensation passes and I consider her latest words. Those are the words of an impetuous, young American male and not a patient, aging Brit female. "Why not just snap off a shot?" I ask, watching her.

She laughs a warm, hearty laugh, quite attractive. "Not my style, I assure you." The face gradually loses its warmth and dons the mask of a killer-for-hire. "No, I couldn't take the chance until I was close enough to hear your voice. I simply ran out of time, you see."

Think about that. Suddenly, I have it. A bonus! I look her in the eye and say, "You take me out before a deadline and you get a bonus."

"Not just a bonus. Double and already deposited in escrow. They could withdraw the money at any moment."

"Any moment? Based on what?"

She shrugs. "Something unrelated, a delivery." She moves her head deliberately, carefully. Her headache is returning.

"I'm interested in the people who hired you," I tell her.

"Not much left to kill there, Dearie," she says, stifling a yawn. "Sorry. I hate being on drugs, for the injury, you see. Really, he's already in prison. Go to the trial or see him in prison if you like, but he's out of it."

"Did he say why?"

She looks at me, blinking. "You don't know?" She laughs a hearty laugh that seems quite genuine. "Oh that is truly, truly rich. All that expense in money, effort, time and lives and you don't know why. That is wonderful."

Frown.

"Don't you see the irony, dearie? He intended to send the world a message by killing you. He truly gave it everything he had to no avail. Not only did he fail, you don't even see the point."

"What message?"

"One cannot defy him and live," she says.

Shake my head and say, "Seems anti-climactic."

"An understatement, I assure you," she says. "He and his organization won't even exist after this."

"Why did you give up?"

She shrugs, touching the ball cap with one hand as she palms a slip of paper with the other. "Can't work any more, you see, so it's off to sunny Spain."

Look at her, a retired woman. She seems peaceful and happy about it. Can't help but like her.

"So tell me frankly, Ms. Price," she says, glancing at Tony, who looks at me. "Has a weight been lifted?" Deliberately, she slides the paper under Soji's hand.

Soji takes the paper without appearing to notice.

Shrug without a grimace. "What weight?"

She looks at me, eyes narrowed. "What a legend you are," she whispers. "Even I failed and there is no better—not any longer, because all the best are dead or permanently disabled and retired." She stands and bows slightly, to which I nod once in return. "Good evening, Ms. Price," she says. She turns and walks to the door, the agents in tow.

"So?" says Tony. "Did you have an epiphany?"

"No, did you learn anything?"

"Beats me. Maybe Doc Pete did." He stands, looking at me for a moment. "I hope she's right, though, Jill. I hope they never bother you again. Live long and prosper, as the man with the pointy ears says." He walks to the door and lets himself out.

Soji hands me the paper: a telephone number.

Sit back, take a deep, careful breath, and release a big sigh as Soji begins massaging my feet. Closing my eyes, I relax in the hands of the master.

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Doc's Place Chat
© 2008, Michel Grover.
Chapter 12 | Part 5
Winter 2008-2009

Lucia :
Mic has posted in the left frame paragraphs from Doc's Place, one of his copyrighted stories. I'm moderating chat here in the right frame. I post every day, but I don't post everything. I have formed a secondary group from which I may also post comments.

Amalie :

I apologize to everyone for my outburst. I was hurt and angry. In the process of talking it over with Lizzie and Ume, I've learned that my experience and reaction are not unique. I have not completely recovered, but I am working on it.

I'm sorry, Benny, that I cannot yet explain my feelings and reaction to you. Perhaps we can discuss it again when I understand both my emotions and the situation better. Will you forgive me?

Benny :
There's nothing to forgive, Amalie. I love and respect you.

Lucia :
You know you can talk about it with me, Amalie.

Amalie :
Yes, I do, dear friend. Thank you. Jill, do you forgive me?

Jill :
I encourage such outbursts. Did you read my reply?

Amalie :
Hmm, no, I did not. I see now that you replied with, "Do tell," so you do welcome my outbursts. Why?

Jill :
Did you speak the truth?

Amalie :
Yes, but I intended to hurt your feelings. Afterward, I felt terrible.

Jill :

Ignore everything in that sentence but that first word. Getting people to tell the truth is nearly impossible, Amalie. Give me the truth every time.

As for the rest of your sentence, let's ask the oracle of truth. Benny, what assumption has Amalie made in that sentence?

Benny :

She assumes you have feelings to hurt. You don't. As for her feelings being hurt, my guess is that her parents passed on to her what society teaches us about being polite to one another and minding one another's feelings. However, society's rules don't apply to you. When conversing with Jill Price, only one rule applies: tell the truth, regardless of whether you believe she's telling the truth or not.

Amalie :

Benny's right and so are you, Jill. Suddenly, I no longer feel guilty and terrible.

Lizzie, you said, "All of us have experienced rage against this woman. It's like a purging we go through—a rite of passage." Whom did you mean by all of us?

Lizzie :
I meant those of us who deal with Jill.

Amalie :
Hmm. As for your question, Benny, I do love Jill but I do not know if I want to have sex with her. Perhaps that is because I am young.

Steph :
I was 10yrs older than you when I met Jill, Amalie. I loved her and wanted sex with her but I had not yet learned to speak the truth in my own heart.

Amalie :
Hopefully, I will learn the truth in my heart, Stephanie. Right now, I'm confused.

Lucia :
You're not confused any longer about how to converse with Jill, Amalie. Talk to her.

Amalie :
Jill, when you asked Agent George about meeting Alice, you implied that you were trying to learn something about yourself, which seems uncharacteristic of you. What did you mean by that?

Jill :
It becomes clear in the story.

Amalie :
Let me ask in a different way. Either you have a plan or you're following your instincts. Which is it?

Jill :
That's not how it works, but I'll say this: I'm hunting. I sense the slightest sign of the prey and I react accordingly to bring me to the prey or bring the prey to me.

Amalie :
So your plan is to follow your instincts.

Benny :
You're not listening, Amalie. Stop using your words and use hers. Look, Lizzie told us to look up semiotics, especially umwelts. Did you?

Amalie :
Of course

Benny :
Then you know you're bringing your world to hers. If the two of you are ever to communicate, you must begin sharing signs. Right?

Amalie :

Thank you, Benny. I'll try again.

Jill, when you hunt, how can you know which of all the stimuli? . . . I'm sorry. I meant, which of all the signs in the environment will bring you and your prey together?

Jill :
I can't know. Rather, the signs resolve into patterns. As the patterns take shape, I form plans that will bring us together.

Amalie :
How can your plans bring you together? He's in prison. Will you have someone kill him?

Carlo :

Come on, Amalie, focus. When has Jill hunted a man so that she could have another man kill him? Remember that she must be close enough to feel him. Besides, she does not intend to kill—only to teach him a devastating lesson and send a clear message to others like him.

Amalie :

Damn but this is difficult. Thank you, Carlo.

What do you mean by bringing you and your prey together, Jill? Do you mean physically together?

Jill :
That's not necessary. Feeling his hate and fear suffices.

Amalie :
How can you feel anything if you're not in physical proximity?

Doug :
Bonjour Mademoiselle Génie, ever hear of a telephone?

Amalie :

Yes, I have, Doug, although I have never claimed to be a genius, but thank you anyway.

What do you think of Doug's thought, Jill? Can you close with your prey over the phone?

Jill :
Sure

Amalie :
Hmm

Annie :
Go back to your original question of Jill, Amalie. What is it that you are trying to learn?

Amalie :
I thought it uncharacteristic of Jill that she would want to know something of herself. I have learned that she only said that as a ruse in persuading Agent George to bring in Alice so she could meet her would-be assassin. The truth behind her wanting to meet Alice is that Jill wants to hear evidence first hand from this primary source about her prey, who is the man who sent all the attackers that summer of 1984.

Annie :
Sounds as though you have accomplished your objective.

Amalie :
I have. The remainder of the explanation about this issue is in the story. I am trying to decide if anything else troubles me in this part of the story. I think not.

Cyril :
We waited patiently as you ripped into Jill in defense of Benny's feelings only to discover that those feelings were your own, Amalie. We were patient during your emotional meltdown and your subsequent apologies only to discover that no apologies were necessary. Finally, we waited as you questioned Jill about her hunt for the man who was trying to kill her. Reward our patience: what have you learned?

Amalie :
Thank you, all, for your patience with my youthful exuberance. I have learned that the truth really has set me free and peace follows me thereafter. Whatever love and admiration I had for Jill before has multiplied, and yet, I do not place Jill Price on a pedestal. No, she has become more real, more human and vulnerable. In a sense, Jill has given of herself to me and so now, I own some of her.

Jules :
It sounds as if you and Jill had sex. Have you?

Amalie :
I have yet to meet the woman, Jules.

Cyril :
Your response is interesting, Amalie. It does not exclude your having had sex with Jill.

Amalie :
I think it does since I haven't even met Jill yet.

Jules :
In the absence of an absolute denial, I'm proceeding on the assumption that Amalie and Jill have had sex.

Maria :
For heaven's sake, Jules, the girl is not quite 17yrs old.

Amalie :
Actually, I turned 17 last month, Maria.

Cyril :
Besides, Amalie believes that she is ready to have sex.

Minnie :
Honestly, guys, what is the big deal?

Benny :
Amalie is a resident of France and French Polynesia, where the age of consent is 15.

Raj :
Oh, this a big deal, no doubt it.

Ian :
It's huge.

Minnie :
Why?

Cyril :
We've known it was coming, so to speak, for a long time. That's one reason. Amalie is a young woman who has had dalliances with inexperienced girls her own age. Sex with a mature, experienced lover like Jill has utterly changed Amalie. That's another.

Minnie :
Come on. You guys are full of it. Are you saying that Amalie is already showing obvious, dramatic changes?

Alan :
You said it, Minnie. She is already showing changes. Amalie said, and I quote, that Jill "has become more real, more human and vulnerable. In a sense, Jill has given of herself to me and so now, I own some of her." She shows youthful idealism in those words, but that's after-sex talk.

Doug :

Look at the series of questions she asks Jill during this chat. We had to help her several times. She jumped to wrong conclusions. She acts like a young woman who enjoyed repeated orgasms with her new lover.

Jules :
Jill treats her differently too. Instead of getting pissed off after Amalie asks her questions, Jill is more patient, more helpful and even re-directs her with tips and guidance. They're doing it, Minnie, and you know it. Don't you?

Minnie :
Okay, suppose it is true. I'll repeat my original question. What's the big deal?

Raj :
It has changed Amalie forever. Amalie is a woman now.

Ian :
You watch, Minnie. From now on, Amalie will act differently.

Suze :

Hello, everyone. If you guys have finished making asses of yourselves, I'll ask a few questions of Avani regarding the makeup of the nomadic tribes if the future as Pere sees it does indeed come to pass. Does your analysis of the data provided by Pere indicate any centralized government among the tribes, Avani?

Avani :
No, in fact, even a cursory analysis of the data shows no apparent government level above the tribe. Every tribe has one leader and two councils: a leadership council consisting of the male leader and two male counselors, and an advisory council consisting of three women. The leader chooses his two counselors. The advisory council selects the next leader, a young man. When he shows the slightest inclination to take over, the current leaders step aside and the advisory council selects the next leader.

Ian :
Why do women select new leaders? That doesn't seem egalitarian.

Avani :
Women have all the wisdom of humanity because only women access the neural network. Don't ask me why.

Lizzie :

The neural network is female because women not only designed and developed it but also women continue its maintenance and development into the future. In addition, the network integrates itself into the women of the advisory council in every tribe across the planet.

You're wrong about only women accessing the neural network, Avani. One need not be female to access the network, but one must possess the complexity of thought necessary to initialize and maintain access. Most women do and most men do not; however, exceptions exist among both men and women. For example, Jill must use a console interface to this day but her godson, KMark, has used the network without effort since the moment Ume introduced him to it.

You're also wrong about centralized leadership. The network integrates with three women worldwide. These three women form a global advisory council. When any woman joins the global advisory council, she selects a replacement and begins the gradual process of stepping aside as her little sister takes her place. The data don't reveal the existence of this global advisory council because the women in the council exhibit no observable behavior as they communicate with one another. In fact, no one but the three of them knows who they are unless one of them reveals her identity.

Suze :
How does the global advisory council lead then? Do these women issue directives, what?

Lizzie :
You know the answer to that question, Suze.

Maria :
They manipulate the entire human population of the planet, individually and as a whole. The women know it and the wiser men suspect it.

Suze :
Is Maria right?

Lizzie :
Yes

Ian :
Why is there no global leadership council?

Lizzie :
You know that answer as well. Anyone?

Benny :
The advisory council forms a temporary global leadership council only when they deem it necessary, which I imagine is rare. Even then, the advisory council would initiate a rainbow of responses. No matter how far in the future this situation may be, if Jill has any influence on the process, she will insist that the timing is perfect so the response is overwhelmingly effective.

Avani :
One guideline for the advisory council's responses is that they leverage timing to maximum effect, Benny, so Jill may have such influence.

Jules :
In every society, a few individualists will choose to wander alone, if only for a while. Others may decide to stop wandering and settle down in one locale to tend herds and crops or to perform research at one of the permanent facilities near the coast or beneath the surface. Still others may want to form their own tribe, for whatever reasons. Does this imaginary future envision such possibilities?

Avani :
In fact, I wonder the same thing now and then, so I perform a little unfunded analysis of my own and make some interesting discoveries. For example, how does a society consisting of nomadic tribes define criminals or the insane and how does society deal with such people?

Suze :
That's interesting and I'm sure we'd like to hear some of that, but you keep mentioning data and analysis. What is this data? How much of it exists? What analytical tools do you use?

Avani :

All human experience, knowledge, research and history as well as the experience of all living things appear to comprise the data on this network. As for size, I have no idea. I've read in Wikipedia that in 2006 the world's computers held almost 300 exabytes. The size of this network's data store far exceeds zettabytes or yottabytes.

Much more amazing than the data store size, however, are the query and analytical tools. They are so fast and intuitive that they feel like an extension of my abilities, intuition and imagination. As I begin to frame a query, the system anticipates "a rainbow of responses," as Benny wrote in another context a while ago. All I do is select some and eliminate others to see even more responses. Within seconds, even after eliminating anything irrelevant, I have more data than I can possibly analyze in a lifetime—all of it directly relevant to my query. At this point, I begin forming summary points in priority order. The system again anticipates my wish and forms a rainbow of summaries from which I can select or eliminate.

Oh, I forgot to mention that the more I use the system, the better it becomes at anticipating my wishes. I can go on but you get the idea. Using the system has become so addictive that I don't know if I can live without access to it.

Suze :
You mention the system. What interface do you use?

Avani :

Well, I use several interfaces—display, keyboard, mouse, foot pedals and a headset—simultaneously at my console. I use a keyboard and mouse at first because I'm trying to frame my query correctly but I don't yet know what I'm asking. However, as I begin to focus in on what I'm after, I begin muttering or even whispering so the system responds, which speeds the process immensely. A few seconds later, I realize that my hands have left the keyboard and mouse and I'm simply whispering. Meanwhile, the display and headset are responding with what I want to see and hear. For example, I shake my head as I look at or hear a response set and that set disappears. I nod and similar sets appear. I don't like black on white displays so the system displays muted colors in high contrast. Sometimes, I stamp my foot or tap it right or left and the system responds to my wishes.

To tell you the truth, Suze, I haven't thought much of it but now that I read my own description, it scares me a little because I realize how impossible this sounds. I've begun wearing the headset, which is wireless and quite unobtrusive, around with a pair of slightly shaded glasses that provides mini-displays at my left and right peripheries because I can continue working while I move around. Does this sound weird to you?

Suze :
It sounds both weird and wonderful. Truth is I'm both envious and a bit repelled. In fact, I don't know what to think, which I know sounds typical of me. Benny probably thinks I'm a moron.

Benny :
You're a moron when you don't support your assertions. You're doing okay right now because you're asserting that you're confused and providing plenty of support for your assertion.

Suze :
Did you just insult me, you little twerp?

Benny :
Nah, don't worry about it, Snuze. By the way, Avani, I use a console and a mobile headset-and-glasses unit as you describe, but the mic on mine fits into my shirt collar and the ear buds blend into my ears. Order the underwear and socks so the system can pick up your shrugs and other gestures. That way, you can take the system with you anywhere.

Alan :
Wait a minute, Benny. Are you and Avani on the neural network?

Benny :
We're not on it as Amalie is, with implants and all, but we're connected and accessing it, yeah. So?

Alan :
For one thing, you're male. For another, you're a spoiled little prick who gets everything he wants.

Lizzie :
Benny's exceptional so we declared him an honorary female, Alan. As for being spoiled, we gently remind him now and then to watch his diet and get daily exercise.

Lizzie :
Benny's not a monster. He's sweet and smart and cute.

Alice :
What you're doing is creating a monster, Lizzie. You just don't realize it; or if you do, you won't admit it.

Suze :
Gawd, that is disgusting. I just threw up in my mouth.

Jules :
Hey Avani, don't forget to answer my questions.

Avani :

I'm sorry, Jules. I'll answer your questions by telling you about everyday life in the future. Individualists are rare but do serve a purpose. First, I should say that the future can be a dangerous place because nature rules. Except for the rare coastal library and research facilities, earth is a wild place ruled by dominant predators, which look upon humans as part of the local food supply if they can find them. Several times each day, the tribal leadership and advisory councils meet informally to discuss if, where and when they will move the tribe; stop to rest, eat or camp for the night; or stop for several days to tend domesticated crops or herds.

Women of the tribe, with their connection to the neural network, know where the tribe is, where other tribes are and where to find food and water. If possibilities exist, the women present the options to the leadership council, which decides.

As I mentioned, tribal people are rugged and hardy, tall and wiry, and quick and strong by today's standards. They live about 110 to 120 years with the last 10 or 20 years at a coastal, subterranean or underwater research facility. In addition, living at these facilities are men and women who do not care for nomadic life and prefer to settle where they can care for facilities, crops, herds or the elderly.

For a couple hundred years after the cities disappear, numerous individualists, usually males, leave the tribes. They prefer to wander on their own or with a small group, which they form. This type of male usually has a strong ego and cannot bear the conformity of living within a tribe. These loners or small groups invariably die by age 30 or 40 from predatory attacks and other dangers. Between five and ten centuries into the future, the data become sparse, but analysis of available data indicates that these individualistic, egoistic tendencies breed out of the human species. People become increasingly social. They tend to prefer and enjoy nomadic tribal life, but become uncomfortable after 2-3 days at tribal gatherings because of too many people—several hundred—in one place. Remember, tribes are about a hundred individuals.

Jules :
What do people do at these tribal gatherings?

Avani :

People create, record and share music and play-acting. They discuss and debate new research, technology and evolutionary developments among other species. Couples or other combinations split up, have sex, switch tribes and so on, as people do. People also love playing. They organize competitive or non-competitive games of intellectual, social and athletic nature.

For example, an activity that becomes popular several hundred years in the future is to adopt a culture. For several years as they wander, tribes live as Bedouins in the desert, North American Indians in the plains or mountains, Tartars on the steppes and so on. Perhaps they adopt the dress, culture and mores of African or island tribes. Perhaps they dress up as cowboys and Indians of the North American West and conduct cattle drives and mock raids on one another. Data analysis indicates that the tribes capture horses, dress up and gather for mock battles, which can become quite realistic and fierce—all in good fun, of course. Even so, many injuries occur. By then, medical technology has advanced sufficiently so that such injuries are serious but not life threatening. Afterward, the tribes celebrate with a feast or banquet. The only reason I bring this up is to illustrate how sophisticated humans become at play. This play-acting can occupy ten or twenty years, create huge transfers of allegiance among various tribes and so on.

Les :
That raises the question of race. How do tribes handle racial issues in the future, especially the far future?

Avani :
By the time several hundred years have passed, the tribes appear to have mingled to the point that they no longer have distinguishing racial characteristics. It ceases to be an issue.

Jules :
You mentioned how nomadic tribal society defines and handles insanity and criminality in the future. Have you found data?

Avani :

Yes, I have found data but whether people consider a behavior simply unusual, peculiar or crazy depends upon how far into the future we look. For example, immediately after the cities and gangs die, half the tribal people cling to what they increasingly consider the old ways: religion, race and even family. Not surprisingly, young people see no purpose in clinging to the old ways and so begin forming new ways. During this time some people, especially couples, cling to one another, and some parents cling to children. However, raising and protecting children is difficult in nomadic life, so the tribe helps raise the children. Women of the global advisory council strictly control conception and the birth rate.

Within a couple generations—250 years or so—old social structures fade. The entire tribe raises children, couples form and drift apart more casually, and adherence to religious functions dissipates. Tribes, races and religions mix readily. Life-long monogamy becomes rare, as do family ties. Tribal population stabilizes. A tribe usually has 25% youngsters: 5 infants, 5 toddlers, 5 pre-adolescents, 5 adolescents and 5 young adults. Half the population is under 50 and half is over 50. The ratio of men to women holds at 1:1.

Several hundred years into the future, clinging to one person becomes aberrant behavior. Any effort by one person to control or cling to another becomes peculiar, even irritating. The global population stabilizes at ~100 million people and ~1 million tribes. The data also indicate that young people, specifically pre-adolescents, begin relating to non-domesticated animals of all varieties or species, especially great apes, wolves and dolphins. At first, adults, even adolescents and young adults, consider this behavior peculiar and scary but the women report that this is happening all over the planet so people accept it with trepidation.

With these broad brushstrokes, I'm trying to portray human society of the future according to the data Pere provides me. Since personal property is nearly non-existent, limited to a hand-made keepsake or two, theft is also nearly non-existent. Lying is rare but tribal society considers it serious. The entire tribe watches for the symptoms and consistently tries to bring the full consequences upon a person who lies. Society considers far more grievous any attempt to control or force individuals against their will.

Ten centuries into the future, the global population grows slowly toward 150 million. Society tolerates effective behavior that benefits the tribe, even if that behavior is peculiar, risky or even moderately harmful at times. However, society defines as a capital crime any behavior primarily for personal benefit that puts others at risk or causes them harm. The advisory council forbids procreation for any such individual and imposes banishment—a death sentence.