So-- here’s sort of my version of the catch to the greatly-extended version, Ms. Ambrye, and this is going to end up being a little, uh, subjective.
Or esoteric. Or something. Anyway, grounded a bit in beliefs about what morality is and where it comes from.
Achur morality, generally, is contextual. You expect a baker to try to be a good baker; a farmer, a good farmer; a soldier a good soldier. Also, a human to be a good human.
Being a human comes with certain duties: humility; moderation; curiosity; compassion. I’ve talked about this a little elsewhere, but, basically, these are concepts that derive from the state of being alive, and a human being. It’s stuff we owe to ourselves, and each other. When we fail in these, we can expect consequences to flow from that failure.
Now-- do you expect compassion from a good slaver hound? Generally, no. Unless it’s been trained and conditioned otherwise, you should expect it to treat dropping on you out of a tree and biting your face off just because you’re you, and tasty, as the proper slaver houndly thing to do. In a human, that would be a callous, extreme, and probably arrogant act, likely bringing a storm of negative consequence. In a slaver hound, it’s just acting properly according to what it is.
My predecessor felt that as capsuleers, we’re not human beings anymore. That would free us of the duties that come with being human-- we no longer have to be careful of human lives, for one thing. Our duties shift. That was kind of the point of the “Children of Naught” writings-- trying to sketch out a new Path … a way to live, only, unlike most stuff like that, it wasn’t about sketching out what you expect from a career, but from a different state of being.
The danger-- and it’s largely a hypothetical danger-- of overextending the definition of what it is to be human is that you start applying it to things that do not and will not comply with human duties-- things as different from a human being’s position in this world as a slaver hound is. Maybe more so. A bhaalgorn-- a demon-- will have its own rules to live by. A kumiho, a shapechanging monster, lives by eating human organs and uses trickery to get them.
These are mythic beings, but Sansha’s Nation is, unfortunately, verifiably real-- a hive mind of probably-irreversibly cybernetically-enslaved humans, itself the product of a terrifying act of hubris, that has an enthusiasm for eating everybody it hasn’t eaten yet.
Then you have the rogue drones. Rogue AI. They talk. Sort of? … it’s a little ambiguous. But they eat and reproduce into human ships, with the humans still on board. Maybe they could be brought to act as we might expect humans to act, but, it’s pretty likely not.
… then you have the Drifters, which are maybe the most obvious problem with Arrendis’s solution: their biological components are built using human (Jove) DNA. But we don’t even know if there’s a consciousness we’d recognize as such behind their eyes. Are they sapient, thinking beings or machine-puppets? If they’re machine-puppets, are there sapient beings behind them? … It’s hard to tell.
If we were to encounter an alien species of which the same basic duties in this world could be expected as come with being human, I think maybe there’d be no problem with counting them that way. That would be a very lucky, also a beautiful, thing.
But if we encounter something that follows different basic rules for its behavior in this world … maybe we’d be fools to think of it as similar to us in spirit.