The Human Division #9: The Observers Read Online Free

keeping the Earth in the dark for a couple of centuries. If it hadn’t tried to kill off a friend of mine, and his entire family, and his colony, for the purposes of political expediency, they’d probably still be getting away with it.”
    “Hold on,” Lowen said. “You know John Perry?”
    “We left Earth on the same boat,” Wilson said. “We were part of the same group of friends. We called ourselves the Old Farts. There were seven of us then. There’s three of us now. Me, John and Jesse Gonzales.”
    “Where is she?” Lowen asked.
    “She’s on the colony of Erie,” Wilson said. “She and I were together for a while, but she eventually wanted to leave the CDF and I didn’t. She married a guy on Erie and has twin daughters now. She’s happy.”
    “But all the rest are dead,” Lowen said.
    “They told us when we joined that three-quarters of us would be dead in ten years,” Wilson said. He was lost in thought for a moment, then looked up at Lowen and smiled. “So strictly on a percentage basis, the Old Farts beat the odds.” He drank.
    “I’m sorry to bring up memories,” Lowen said, after a minute.
    “We’re talking and drinking, Doctor Lowen,” Wilson said. “Memories will surface just as a matter of course.”
    “You can call me Danielle, you know,” Lowen said. “Or Dani. Either is fine. I figure if we’ve drunk this much Scotch together, we should be on a first-name basis.”
    “I can’t argue with that,” Wilson said. “Then call me Harry.”
    “Hello, Harry.”
    “Hello, Dani.”
    They clinked their cups together.
    “They’re renaming my high school after your friend,” Lowen said. “It was Hickenlooper High. Now it’s going to be Perry High.”
    “There is no higher honor to be bestowed,” Wilson said.
    “I’m actually kind of annoyed by it,” Lowen said. “I get mail now saying, ‘Greetings, Perry Graduates,’ and I’m all, ‘What? I didn’t go there.’”
    “If I know John at all, he’d be mildly embarrassed to have your high school’s name changed out from under you,” Wilson said.
    “Well, to be fair, the man did free my entire planet from the Colonial Union’s systematic and centuries-long campaign of repression and social engineering,” Lowen said. “So I guess I shouldn’t begrudge him the high school.”
    “Possibly not,” Wilson agreed.
    “But that just brings us back around to the original question: What the hell was the Colonial Union thinking?” Lowen asked.
    “Do you want a serious answer?” Wilson asked.
    “Sure, if it’s not too complicated,” Lowen said. “I’m a little drunk.”
    “I’ll use small words,” Wilson promised. “I would be willing to bet that in the beginning the Colonial Union justified it by thinking that they were both protecting the Earth by taking the focus off it and onto the Colonial Union worlds, and then also helping humanity in general by using the Earth to help our colonies grow as quickly as they could with new immigrants and soldiers.”
    “So that’s at first,” Lowen said. “What about later?”
    “Later? Habit,” Wilson said.
    Lowen blinked. “‘Habit’? That’s it? That’s all you got?”
    Wilson shrugged. “I didn’t say it was a good answer,” he said. “Just a serious one.”
    “It’s a good thing I’m a diplomat,” Lowen said. “Or I would tell you what I really thought of that.”
    “I can guess,” Wilson said.
    “And what do you think, Harry?” Lowen asked. “Do you think that Earth and the Colonial Union should have an alliance? After everything that’s happened?”
    “I’m not sure I’m the best-qualified person out there to answer that,” Wilson said.
    “Oh, come on,” Lowen said, and waved at the officers lounge, whose population was still limited to the two of them and the Laphroaig. “It’s just you and me.”
    “I think that it’s a scary universe out there,” Wilson said. “With not a lot of humans in it.”
    “But what about the