The Branan start their history books with the day the Albion left. Not because they hate the Albion, but because the Albion were part of their pre-history. The days of the ancient past when their creators shared the world with them. But the day the Albion left was the day the Branan took their history into their own hands. They had a bit of a head start over many of the Albion’s other creations, though. The Albion left more behind than they did on most other worlds they abandoned. It was a fully equipped starport, complete with small craft and the maintenance facilities to keep them working. The Thunderbirds who had trained on those systems refused to evacuate the facility so the Albion could demolish it per standard procedure. That is the first page and the first day of their history.
Political assassination has no place in a civil society.
There. I’ve said it. Again. I’ve been called a hypocrite and worse for that saying in the past, but I’ll say it again because I think it’s important. Deadly important.
Political assassination has no place in a civil society. Threats of assault or murder have no place in a civil society. Physical assaults and murder have no place in a civil society. They must be shunned.
In just the last few months and years I’ve seen marches calling for the killing of cops, and I’ve seen cops assassinated on the streets. I’ve seen people acting out shooting our president in the head, or stabbing him to death, or holding his head up for the cameras like an ISIS photo shoot. I’ve seen tens of millions of my fellow Americans dehumanized by the words of politicians and their acolytes because they believed something different or supported someone else. I’ve seen campaigns to drive them out of business, get them fired, and deny them any ability to work in the future.
These are not things I’ve seen on the political fringes, said by conspiracy theorists or crazy wackjobs. I’ve seen these on the mainstream networks, cable and broadcast. I’ve seen them on major computer networks. The Huffington Post, CNN, or Fox News. The major broadcast networks like NBC or ABC. I’ve seen major network hosts spouting sentiments that glorify death and destruction of political opponents in ways that are unparalleled in my lifetime. Or at least they seem that way.
Going back further in time, we see the mock hangings and tar and featherings of presidents, and of course the attempted assassination of Reagan. And more recently Giffords who has returned to the limelight. They survived their assassination attempts, but many others died or were permanently injured. But those were road bumps compared to what is going on now or in the past. Remember the assassinations of Kennedy, Kennedy, and King. Remember the violence on the colleges and the dead bodies at Kent State. Remember the bombs at government buildings and the calls for revolution and blood in the streets.
I grew up in an era when we’d thought we’d left those things behind us, along with the various discriminations we were raised to believe in our bones were not merely wrong but unthinkable. It was a brave new world where differing opinions made you unique, not evil. It was an era when TV was taken over by radio stars and when America was a shining city on a hill, an example of freedom and liberty to the world.
Today, we live in a world where the enemy is demonized once again. Named deplorable, illegitimate, bigoted, racist, and other charges. And today we live in a world where our politicians practicing for a game of charity baseball are the targets of an assassination attempt by a campaign volunteer who worked for the other party. I’m thankful for the two heroes who advanced into fire against a semi-automatic rifle with nothing but handguns. Their courage was beyond measure in that moment, and were it not for them this would have been the largest political assassination in our nation’s history.
The political rhetoric has been ratcheted up until guests and hosts on mainstream networks make it virtuous to want the other people dead. Not the fringes where this used to reside. Not the rebels wanting to topple the current way of life. But the mainstream networks. Members of the government. Mainstream sources.
This is wrong. We dodged the bullet forty years ago and stepped back from the violence that infected parts of our society. Can we do it now? Or will we lose the civil society we once held? Will we return to the violence and death we almost embraced forty years ago?
I don’t know. But if we do, it will only be because we make a simple statement as a society. We did it three decades ago, when I was a child. Can we live up to the promise of that shining city we once were?
For myself, I am simple and direct, because I don’t want to live in a society where all vestiges of civility are lost. That would be a very bad place to live in. So I have a very simple thought on the matter.
Political assassination has no place in a civil society. Threats of assault or murder have no place in a civil society. Physical assaults and murder have no place in a civil society. They must be shunned.
Period.
End of Line.
Owain Reese was middle-aged for a Thunderbird when we first met. Their average lifespan is no more than fifty or sixty years, you know. And even the strongest of them are naturally fragile next to us, but guardians like Owain are generally given military upgrades that make their bones stronger and improve their healing ability somewhat. What impressed me about Owain and the other Thunderbirds that joined us at Sunnydale is just how good they were at flying starfighters. They could match any Peloran or Ageless pilot I have known, and I have made certain to keep a record of Owain’s evaluation duel with Jack. It is enjoyable to watch him cut Jack down to size in a matter of seconds. That victory earned him instant respect from my Cowboys, and furthermore reminded my people not to underestimate the nature of the reinforcements the Thunderbirds had sent. Owain died not long after War’s End, of course. Old age. He is well into his second life now as part of the networks, but his life is different from that of other Thunderbirds.
Morgan wasn’t the first Thunderbird I met. That honor goes to the ship captain who hailed me after they arrived at Sunnydale. But she was certainly one of the first Thunderbirds I ever met. She’s not an artificial intelligence. Nobody wrote her code. She was a living, breathing individual in her first life, and so calling her artificial is considered a deadly insult to her people. She’s a Thunderbird in her second life, one with the computer networks, and effectively immortal as long as the networks survive. That gives her a very interesting perspective on life compared to those of us who’ve only ever lived in a biological body. She doesn’t have to worry about dying of old age, and death itself has no meaning to her like it would to us. If she is destroyed, she simply resets to her last “save point” and wakes up again. As long as the networks survive. That’s the trick, you know. The networks have to survive for her people to survive. She is one of the guardians who keep the networks safe.
The “squirrelly” nature of the Branan is not what made them a failure of Albion gengineering. The Albion could have worked with that. What they couldn’t work with was a far more fundamental flaw. They had been too ambitious when they created the Branan. The vast majority of Earth-like life, including birds and humans, has four limbs. Two arms or wings and two legs. The Branan were created with six limbs, two legs, two arms, and two wings. The Albion had hoped they would be able to fly and carry standard human weapons, making them a superior aerial combat force. The Branan could only master four limbs though, and the remaining two would inevitably become dead weight. The Albion tried to correct the problem for years, but finally abandoned the Branan, and Betelgeuse entirely, as a failed experiment to begin focusing on more promising paths of research.


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