PN-115 is a more intricate civilization than most Isabella attempts to bring into the fold. It only has one species on it, but it's nearly as fragmented as Earth was when Lalita was a child - still, everyone is at peace, at the moment. The computer starts humming away at figuring out things about the situation on the ground while Isabella takes her sweet time surveying the objects in the solar system. And being distracted by Lalita.
Eventually the computer spits back confident reports on how to translate warp equations into local tongues, and on who fails to be above plagiarism, but Isabella has yet to decide whether to seed the plans among several of the planet's nations or just one. She doesn't want them to start fighting over it on the eve of post-scarcity.
"I'm tempted to distribute plans to three scientists from this northern country here," she says, pointing at a map of the planet. "It has the most currently Federation-friendly culture, and it could self-support building the drive. But there are candidates from here, and here," she points at two more. "And if I give it out to more than one political unit, they're having a race, whether they know it right away or not, and races can get heated."
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Eventually the computer spits back confident reports on how to translate warp equations into local tongues, and on who fails to be above plagiarism, but Isabella has yet to decide whether to seed the plans among several of the planet's nations or just one. She doesn't want them to start fighting over it on the eve of post-scarcity.
"I'm tempted to distribute plans to three scientists from this northern country here," she says, pointing at a map of the planet. "It has the most currently Federation-friendly culture, and it could self-support building the drive. But there are candidates from here, and here," she points at two more. "And if I give it out to more than one political unit, they're having a race, whether they know it right away or not, and races can get heated."