It’s difficult for people to create a thing that is not of themselves, sir. I’ll look forward to seeing whether you can manage what you intend.
(Initial impressions might be a little flavored by having seen more editorial commentary than finished product so far.)
People in the State have legal rights based on their corporate citizenship or other affiliation (such as with a client people), sir. They can also be picked up by other arrangements, such as contracts. If we’re talking about “human rights,” though, that’s maybe a difference between our societies, since such “rights” basically constitute the Federal answer to the Amarrian God. My predecessor I think at some point may have offered a bounty if someone could catch her an “inalienable right” so she could have it stuffed and mount it in a display case. Or maybe that’s just an idea I had but never followed up on.
Anyway.
Basically it’s not clear that a “human right” is something people really have instead of something people often wish they had. Kind of like gods. I’d even say that believing in them takes “faith,” of a kind.
Otherwise, we live in a universe where wasps paralyze spiders and cram them into burrows as live food for their young. There’s no reason to think the world naturally wants to be kinder to us than to spiders.
Take it from someone who’s lived in both? That’s really not the only difference.
And to be clear, in the State I’d be considered jaalan– a dissident, and not one who’d be listened to. It’s mostly their policies on bloodline’s and marriage. But, I’m of mixed blood myself, so … probably not someone who’ll be heard.
So I’ve got problems with the State. Not like you seem to, though.
The Amarr have historically been conquerors, but it’s not like there’s been no variation. Emperor Heideran VII, who died only a little over a decade ago, was arguably the greatest peacemaker the cluster’s ever seen, particularly in terms of the sheer number of people involved.
Whether the Empire will continue in his tradition is … well. We’ll see.
Haha … I might have started off with the rare chance not to, but wound up picking one anyway. Maybe I’d have been wiser to avoid the situation that led to having to choose. But, I wasn’t that wise.
A sharp blade needs a sheath. If I’d remained as ordinary metal, unshaped, untempered, maybe I’d have been okay alone. Or maybe if I’d been a pen, instead, a traveler and writer instead of a fighter, I’d have avoided this fate. But I had to be strong … and so the world drew me in.
Some regrets. Oh well.
