The Sardaukar are closing in on them!
"Let's get in there!"
They close the door behind them and... what is this room?
Are those... deciduous trees? Here on Arrakis?
Should he tell them that Milliways also translates sign language? And how did she determine he was telling the truth. Both questions worthy of some thought. She could of course just be a good reader of people like he is but he wouldn't be that confident in such a novel context. Then again, most people aren't as thoughtful as him. "Would you be willing to tell me more about your universe? The Bar says they can vary quite a bit."
Did the napkin just... appear?
Breathe in. Breathe out. Center yourself.
"You'll have to excuse my terrible manners. Before we came through the door we were being chased by warriors sent to kill us. That had us on the edge, but it appears to be true that they are not coming through the door, therefore we probably have some time and I should properly introduce myself.
I am Paul Atreides." - an almost imperceptible hesitation, and then - "Twenty-first Duke Atreides.
This is my mother, Lady Jessica."
He extends his hand towards the stranger.
"With enough ships and enough coordination we can prevent civilizations from falling. I've done it a couple times. The difficulty is the cost and being there at the right time. Having an edge can help make that easier, can help reduce the costs. Maybe enough to bring the dream into reality. Sometimes though the cost of having an edge is itself too high. And the only edge I presently know of has a terrible cost. Perhaps I'll meet someone here with a better one."
"The Guild keeps most details a secret. What is known is that its navigators, through the use of the Spice Melange that gives them limited prescience, fold space to shorten the way between two points.
It would be an impossible task for normal humans, and that's why the Guild was founded after the Butlerian Jihad."
That... sounds like an edge more useful and potentially less fraught than focus. Pham wonders why that worked for them and has failed for millennia in his universe. "I see. You're welcome to take a seat or take some time to get refreshments from the bar. The first drink is free and apparently she will accept any form of currency or readily tradable valuables for further comestibles."
Pham really doesn't understand how you would manage a large civilization like that. "What's the overall structure of your society? You mentioned great houses are those large merchant houses or nobles or something else?" He's betting on nobles just based on their titles and bearing.
"There are three main powers in known space: the Landsraad - the assembly of noble Houses, the Padishah Emperor and the Spacing Guild. They balance each other, preventing excesses.
What about where you come from? I'm guessing it's less centralized, based on what you told us about space travel."
"That would be an understatement. The Qeng Ho communications net is the closest thing to a centralized structure that exists. We set it up to help civilizations recover faster after falls and to make the civilizations that do recover more compatible with our systems and more likely to speak our language so trade is easier."
"Could you count out ten seconds for me, please?" Whatever this place is doing for translating the language has probably picked up the correct definition of "second", but he has never heard anyone refer to long periods of time as "gigaseconds", and it's very cheap to test.
If it's the same "second" though... 6000 megaseconds would be 100 megaminutes would be ~50% more than 1 megahour - 1000 kilohours, would be ~20% less than 50 kilodays, which is... approximately 150 years. Minus 20% plus 50% that's approximately 180 years. And Nuwen didn't seem to know about the spice.
Interesting.
Pham decides it would be best not to get out a terminal and does his best to count out ten seconds based on his own sense of time. "It's at least a little like that. I don't know if you have an Earth or if it's solar system was substantially the same but there were about 31 and a half megaseconds in a year there."
"We did have a planet called Earth, thousands of years ago..." 86400 seconds in a day by 365 days is... "and yes, 31 and a half megaseconds sounds about right for a Standard Year."
Weird. That's probably not a coincidence.
"So you are... 180 Standard Years old? Most of our population doesn't get half that." Unless you have access to the Spice, that is.
Well, this is awkward. Should he keep dancing around the topic of automation? Should he be open about how he isn't really in a position to trade? It doesn't seem like this young man really is either. They might just not have anything to offer one another. He'll put off addressing it at least a little longer. "The quality of medical technology in planetary civilizations varies widely. Among the Qeng Ho, at least a majority of medical care is widely available. It's a standard benefit available to those who serve on our fleets. There are extraordinary procedures which only the most senior people would receive due to resource constraints but those are typically edge cases or ways of extending someone's life to the very edge of our capabilities."
Yeah, everyone here is hiding something. "You said that you use coldsleep for the travel between stars. I am guessing that it's some form of... suspended animation? Do you rotate the crew through it so that most people sleep while one is piloting? I don't imagine you have someone sacrificing their life to just... piloting a ship once."