Edie is thinking about magic, because what else do you do with your spare time when the good part of a book isn't calling you with its siren song?
Her thoughts are interrupted by a knocking on her door. She gets up to answer it.
Edie is thinking about magic, because what else do you do with your spare time when the good part of a book isn't calling you with its siren song?
Her thoughts are interrupted by a knocking on her door. She gets up to answer it.
"Isn't the Earth supporting people problem fundamentally a distribution problem, at least at present?"
"I think I read somewhere that even if we all turned immortal right now it'd still take decades for that to be a problem bigger than distribution, but that memory's vague enough I'm not sure I should trust it."
"It's the kind of problem we probably should research on the way to fixing aging, but there are probably several years before we reach that point."
"Maybe we should be encouraging people to go into politics to fix the distribution problems."
"Maybe, but probably not--politics takes a lot of mental energy better spent on magic. Just, you know, trustworthy sensible people who will attempt to fix distribution problems and not take away people's rights."
"Yeah, that's probably reasonable, but I don't actually know many non-eclipsed that are not my family and that I would trust with this."