"It's too stable," Atlan said. "Same weather patterns, year after year, even if the surrounding countryside has extraordinary weather for the season. It's too nice and quiet, if you want. Everything just as it "should" be, without the uncertainties the environment or human nature might throw at you."
"Says the man whose home world has been stable for centuries plus most likely the entirety of human history?"
"My POINT precisely," Atlan said. "My people are stable because they're a very old culture, well-developed and set in its ways. Mankind is more like... barely out of diapers. My homeworld is stable because we control every last bit of it with technology. Mankind doesn't have that kind of technology. The safety and stability of my homeworld simply is not naturally possible here and should not be technically possible either. If it appears nevertheless, then something out of the ordinary must be causing it."
This sounded worrying.
"so, how long has this stability lasted?" The town looked perfectly modern to him, but perhaps he wasn't quite up to the current time himself. They had electricity and even TVs, though.
"About two decades," Atlan said. "When three years in sequence would be strange with this kind of weather pattern."
He shook his head.
"Other things, too. Except for this hotel, the town doesn't seem to have a very great resident fluctuation. People don't move away from here, and new people hardly ever move here. It's almost as if it's stagnating."
"They're country folk," Jan said. "And if they've been so lucky with the weather, they're probably happy here. Farmers don't move away from their land unless their crops keep failing."
"Point being," Atlan said, "They're not farmers. I haven't seen a single farm here. It's a town, they're townsfolk. They defy all demographic statistics. Now, a coincidence may be just that, but... chances are it isn't. Not on this scale. Not with this degree of predictability."
"For current standards it's pretty rural," Jan pointed out. Thing had been very different in his youth, though, so he could follow Atlan's argument. "I mean, have you seen London?"
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Date: Saturday, 15 October 2011 20:32 (UTC)"Says the man whose home world has been stable for centuries plus most likely the entirety of human history?"
"My POINT precisely," Atlan said. "My people are stable because they're a very old culture, well-developed and set in its ways. Mankind is more like... barely out of diapers. My homeworld is stable because we control every last bit of it with technology. Mankind doesn't have that kind of technology. The safety and stability of my homeworld simply is not naturally possible here and should not be technically possible either. If it appears nevertheless, then something out of the ordinary must be causing it."
This sounded worrying.
"so, how long has this stability lasted?" The town looked perfectly modern to him, but perhaps he wasn't quite up to the current time himself. They had electricity and even TVs, though.
"About two decades," Atlan said. "When three years in sequence would be strange with this kind of weather pattern."
He shook his head.
"Other things, too. Except for this hotel, the town doesn't seem to have a very great resident fluctuation. People don't move away from here, and new people hardly ever move here. It's almost as if it's stagnating."
"They're country folk," Jan said. "And if they've been so lucky with the weather, they're probably happy here. Farmers don't move away from their land unless their crops keep failing."
"Point being," Atlan said, "They're not farmers. I haven't seen a single farm here. It's a town, they're townsfolk. They defy all demographic statistics. Now, a coincidence may be just that, but... chances are it isn't. Not on this scale. Not with this degree of predictability."
"For current standards it's pretty rural," Jan pointed out. Thing had been very different in his youth, though, so he could follow Atlan's argument. "I mean, have you seen London?"