“They’re apologizing for their naked attempt at forcing me to obey them by influencing my emotions,” said Noxon. “I’m pretty sure we can eliminate the alien threat without the help of the mice. The main reason I want to bring them is because I wanted them to exist on a second world, too. And that second world will not be Earth. Earth is the sanctuary for the pure, unmodified human species. The mice have two wallfolds on Garden. Apparently that’s all they’re ever going to get.”
“Don’t pretend you’re trying to look out for our best interests,” said the alpha.
“You know I’m not pretending,” said Noxon. “But I place your best interests well behind the best interests of the whole human species—including your little subgroup. What good is it for me to save humanity from these aliens, only to have you destroy them instead?”
“We’re not destructive,” said the alpha. “We’re makers and builders.”
“You’re human,” said Noxon. “You make war and you eliminate anybody you think is a threat.”
“You’re a threat,” said the alpha.
“And you’ve already thought of six ways to kill me,” said Noxon.
“Only two with any real chance of succeeding,” said the alpha.
“Let’s not kill each other,” said Noxon. “Let’s travel to the alien world and work out a way to turn it into a haven for humans and mic
e.”
Deborah gasped. Noxon turned to her.
“You’re going to destroy the entire alien species?” she asked.
“That depends on how you define ‘destroy,’” said Noxon. “For instance, if time travelers came back in time, when anthropes existed only as Erectids, and then prevented the development of Sapients, would you say they had destroyed the ‘entire human species’?”
“What a fascinating prospect,” said Wheaton. “If the experiment weren’t so devastating . . .”
“Father,” said Deborah. “That is not a fascinating prospect, it’s genocidal.”
“Genocide is what we saw them do to us,” said Noxon. “Preventive diplomacy is what we plan to do to them. Unless it doesn’t work. In which case, yes. Xenocide, the entire species wiped out, and without an apology or regret. Because when it’s us or them, I choose us.”
“Genetically speaking,” said Wheaton, “it’s the only rational choice.”
“And if we fail,” said Noxon, “and only they survive, then that’s survival of the fittest, yes?”
Deborah looked away.
“They were the ones that determined not to leave us any option for survival,” said Noxon. “I hope to be better than they are. But I don’t see that leaving them any chance to destroy us makes us ‘better.’ It only makes us dead.”
“Absolutely right,” said Wheaton. “But you don’t suppose we could kidnap a tribe of Erectids and bring them along?”
“Tempting as that prospect is,” said Noxon, “what if we kidnapped the very tribe that was supposed to evolve into us? Or Neanderthals?”
“Well, these paths you see—surely you could check.”
“I don’t have enough lifetime to spend it tracing every path of every member of an Erectid bloodline across a million years.”
“Oh,” said Wheaton. “Oh, I see. Yes, that does bring mathematics into it.”
“Besides, we already know what evolution does to Erectids. It lets them spread across the whole planet, developing into at least three human species that interbreed a little, until Sapiens emerge as they are today. They’ve had their evolution. So have these aliens.”
“Are you so sure that we’re better than the aliens?” asked Deborah.
“Maybe they create beautiful music,” said Noxon. “Maybe their paintings are exquisite. But they didn’t give us a chance to admire them. So even if we’re not as good or decorative or accomplished or clever as these Destroyers, if I can whip their asses, their asses will be whipped.”
“And that’s how you see us,” said the alpha mouse.
“You’ve proven your lack of interest in keeping your word and cooperating with me,” said Noxon.