Caine sensed Visser’s posture become more erect. He did not need her prompting: “Does this mean that you are also the one who will determine whether or not we may become a part of the Accord?”
“Proffering membership in the Accord is determined by vote of all the Accord member states. Matters which involve interactions between the Custodians and your species are reviewed by the Custodial group of which I am a member.”
Caine felt a vast, significant silence at the end of Alnduul’s explanation. “And may we reasonably hypothesize that you are the primary advisor and senior expert in that group?”
Alnduul’s lids nictated several times, ultimately remained open: “This would be an extremely reasonable hypothesis.”
Well, I guess we’d better not piss you off.
Alnduul had positioned himself at the convex center of the crescent table. “Let us start with any questions about our contact with you to date, or the accords. We shall conclude with an overview of the protocols and itinerary of the upcoming Convocation of the Accord. Please begin.”
Caine checked the list on his palmtop. “Our delegation’s first item is more an observation than a question. We found it…curious…that we did not receive copies of the accords until an hour before we shifted to this location.”
Alnduul half-lifted one long hand. “We believe that first contact should emphasize unconstrained experience, not detailed analysis. Consequently, we encourage you to use your first Convocation to explore the Accord not as abstract dicta on a piece of paper, but as a living entity. You are here to witness the Accord in action: how else could you reasonably decide whether or not you wanted to be a part of it?”
Visser shook her head. “But-with respect, Alnduul-had we been given a few months of lead time, had you relayed the accords along with your invitation, we could have examined them-and any relevant precedents and interpretations-more closely.”
“And had we sent you the accords ahead of time, it would only have served to give your many leaders enough time to make something very complex out of something that is very simple. They would have succumbed to endless abstractions and hypothesizing and would have paralyzed themselves-would they not?”
Visser was smiling now. “Unquestionably.”
“It is the nature of organizations: the larger they grow, the more ponderous they become. I imply no criticism: to use a saying from one of the nations of your planet, one should not expect an elephant to scamper like a mouse. An organization large enough to govern a planet cannot also be flexible enough to react easily to new ideas or situations.”
Visser nodded. “Thus the size constraint you placed upon the delegation.”
“Yes. And also the short notice and lack of advance documents. For, given the opportunity to inspect the accords, your government would have encumbered you with all manner of constraints and objectives and questions and conditions. Indeed, they would not have sent your group at all.”
“I do not understand.”
Downing leaned forward. “If I may: I believe Alnduul is suggesting that, because the blocs did not have the opportunity to create a policy in advance, they had to choose a delegation that would be flexible, versatile, and unperturbed when dealing with unknown situations and species.”
Alnduul’s eyelids nictated slowly. “Precisely.”
Caine checked his palmtop, moved on: “Our next question concerns the Twelfth Accord. Specifically, why is radio and high-power microwave broadcasting prohibited?”
“Primarily, to ensure the normative maturation of young cultures.”
“You mean, you are trying to protect them?”
It was Elena, not Alnduul, who answered: “It’s simply an extension of their rules regarding first contact. They are attempting to ensure that any young culture-including ours-has the chance to develop without advance knowledge of exosapients. To learn too early that one is not alone in the universe would almost certainly have a profound sociocultural effect.”
Alnduul’s nictating lids closed, then opened slowly. “Just so.”
“But what of new races who are using radio before they are contacted for membership? Such as ourselves?”
Alnduul’s fingers spread wide: “Most species sharply limit their use of high-power broadcasts long before they venture out into space. Indeed, only one other member state has failed to do so.”
“Which one?”
“I may not say. It is unlawful for any member state of the Accord to provide information regarding any other member state.”
Caine leaned forward. “I’m curious: why do most races terminate radio transmissions before they achieve spaceflight?”
“There is no single answer to such a question. But suffice it to say that not all species await first contact before they begin to speculate upon the possibly dire consequences of sending signals-intentional or inadvertent-out into space.”
Caine shook his head. “So we spent almost two centuries showing everyone else how stupid we were.”
“Let us say that you revealed yourselves to be ingenuously optimistic.”
Caine allowed himself a small, ironic smile. “You are quite the diplomat, Alnduul.”
Again, the slow close of the eyes, but this time, a ripple distressed the small, perpetual moue of a mouth. “I thank you.”
Caine smelt sandalwood coming closer, just before Elena whispered, “I think that was amusement.”
“Looked like it.” Caine considered his list of questions-and decided to ignore it for a moment. “Alnduul, our next question concerns one of the extraordinary conditions mentioned in the Twenty-first Accord.” Downing looked up suddenly. Caine pressed on. “It indicates that the Custodians will intervene in the event of an ‘impending and probable destruction of a biosphere.’ I take it you are not referring to supplanting indigenous life, but wiping it out summarily. As occurs with weapons of mass destruction.”
“Yes: this is the intent of that clause.”
“Earth must have come awfully close on that one about one-hundred-fifty years ago.”
“We were poised to intervene on several occasions during that period. And it occurred at a difficult moment for us: our monitoring resources were overtaxed at that time. Indeed, this was what compelled us to revise the Eighteenth Accord to allow a sharing of monitoring duties.”
“So we were monitored by another race, also?”
“Rarely, but yes.”
“So, back then in the middle of the twentieth century, were there any unplanned or planned contacts made with humans?”
Alnduul’s lids nictated closed, then opened just a sliver. “That is a topic for another time.”
Uh-huh; I’ll bet it is. But now it was time to return to the list-and arguably its trickiest question: “Alnduul, we noticed that the accords seem to be written with the presumption that all who apply for membership will receive it. But what would happen if we were not offered membership? Or if we declined it?”
Alnduul’s gill flaps shut with a soft slap. Caine didn’t need Elena’s input-“A negative reaction, possibly a rejection or deep concern”-to interpret the Dornaani’s reflex.
“The Accord would decide upon a policy for dealing with you as a non-Accord state.”
“But what if one of our interstellar neighbors decided to seize our systems, wasn’t interested in waiting for an Accord policy? The accords are silent on independent actions taken by a member state against a nonmember state.”
Alnduul’s gills pinched even tighter against his neck. “There is no precedent, so I cannot speculate. It would be a very undesirable turn of events, and we would mitigate strongly against it. However, the accords do not abridge the political autonomy of the member states, nor constrain their freedom of action, except with regard to each other.”
Now it was Downing who jumped in with a topic of his own spontaneous creation. “I understand that you cannot reveal information pertaining to other member states, but since you are permitted to disclose information regarding your own, I wonder if I might ask for the location of the Dornaani sphere of influence?”