Kyeo's head hurts very badly. He doesn't remember how he got that way but he can guess that he's taken a blow to the head. That doesn't explain why he's not on a spaceship any more but he should probably not expect to figure that out right now. He looks confusedly at the non-spaceship around him for a minute before closing his eyes.
"I assume in the future you've figured out vat meat and you think this is all very barbaric."
"Our meat comes from animals. I believe some of them are genetically engineered to be able to eat Ibyabekan native plants."
"...That's odd. At least in Cascadia most people who think about it think that normal farms-- not like, a person and their pets whom they eat-- are really terrible for animals, and as soon as we can grow meat without animals we'd switch. Is it very hard, do you know--"
"Right, but you'd still-- notice some things? We recently invented virtual reality that lets you feel sensations, I have one in my house, and you'd at least know about that sort of thing even if you can't afford one."
"I'm not sure we think of it as-- creating a shared culture, even though obviously it does. We think about... people being allowed to tell their stories and say the things they want to say."
"...allowed to tell their stories about shooting at hostile wildlife on unsettled planets?"
"Sure, if they want to. Or falling in love, or wandering through the woods, or beating up CGI monsters, or escaping Gilead--"
"Oh, I've seen one of those, smugglers kidnapped an Ibyabekan farmer and were performing experiments on him."
"Nah. Ours was about girl who converted to be a Gileadite and wanted to immigrate so she could live out her faith around people who agreed with her. It won a bunch of awards."