We all live on the same worlds as everybody else, but many of us live in worlds that others just don’t. I grew up in a small town, a world where everybody knew each other and smiled real politely. It was a world where someone who tried to steal from you got shot, and where friendly policemen escorted lost boys home. I liked that world. Knowing the bad guys from the good guys was real easy. I wish I could share that world with more people.
We really do follow the preconceptions of our partners. For the British and Americans, we are almost always female, because that is what a ship is. Continental Europe is far more complicated though. While civilian ships are usually female, most fighting ships are male. I think it may be because they didn’t live at sea like the English. Whatever the reason though, few Europeans think of warships as female, so most of us who join them choose to be male.
War is an ugly business, and whenever we seek to make it cleaner, I believe we do a disservice to ourselves. During the Great Space Race of the 22nd and 23rd centuries, we signed treaties not to fight over our important worlds. Our core worlds lived in peace, but we continued to fight over in the colony regions. The majority of our people did not know War until the Shang brought it to us. That nearly destroyed us all.
I’m a lover by choice, a fighter at need. There was a time, after Yosemite, when I wanted to fight, to kill the Shang for what they did. But one thing I’ve learned about fighting over the years, is it’s not like the movies make it look. It’s bloody, it’s painful, it’s scary, and the more I’ve done it, the less I want to do it again. Oh, I’ll fight if someone pushes me. I’ll make it bloody, painful, and scary, so they’ll know the cost and never want it again.
When cybers are born, we take on many of the preconceptions of our chosen partners. In the British and American navies for instance, we are almost always female. Both nations have a long history on the oceans, and their sailors consider their ships a home away from home. In the old days, sailors were men, and they wanted to come home to a beautiful lady. And so their ships became their ladies, an ingrained preconception of their culture. That is why I am a lady.
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