[ An automated voice speaks because someone hasn't bothered to set up a proper voicemail. The only part in her voice is her name. ] You have reached Agent Texas. Leave a message at the tone.
[He looks at her over the edge of the menu. There was something there, but he wasn't really equipped to untangle it.. maybe he'd ask Cordelia later.]
Regardless of any other status... you would have been family by circumstances of birth. [Cordelia HAD been working on him, in general.] It is more than acceptable to take care of yourself, however you find you need it.
I had considered it. The ramifications of an AI of your quality and capability would be somewhat enormous. The very first thing that would have to be done is establish your rights as a person, your place within a major House would make it quite a bit easier to stomp down the other Count's throats, make it a hit and run attack and work out the incidentals as they arrive. I'm sure the Beta Colony would have the law already frameworked and ready to simplify for digest.
It would have profound societal impact, forcing new permutations of what a person is to the generally fairly closed viewpoint Barrayar has. It is good in the long term, though dangerous in the short.
[His eyes watched her, sharp with calculation.]
EMP proof plating could easily be fitted to your armor for your safety, and should be. Most of our reliance on the weapon is gone, but stockpiles exist of everything whether there is practical use or not.
As for the practical and obvious, clearly, you could revolutionize space warfare as, the tac computers understand tactics and countertactics, but not humans, in general. As much as I desperately wish to see the galactic arms race settle and our place slip to a more peaceful one, I doubt it would happen in our time.
[There's another pause here, long. He folds his hands and sets his chin on them.]
Or you could be Armswoman Allison. Or Tex. Of House Vorkosigan.
In a new world, your identity would be yours to choose, all levels of it.
[ Well shit. That's a lot more thought than she had expected anyone to put into it and she's watching him intently as he speaks. When he reaches the end, she finds herself relaxing. She's never been one to pioneer social revolutions, much less in a galaxy that has next to no AI technology.
She speaks carefully, ]
There's a reason I don't broadcast what I am here. It'd be a lot easier to live as Armswoman Allison there. I get the feeling I'll already be drawing enough attention to myself with the 'armswoman' title.
I had a particularly difficult command a few years back. One of the best ways I'd found to let men merely get their issues out was to allow carefully monitored matches. [Monitored, of course, was not controlled, nor overly bound by rules.] As officers were required as well, it did marvels for letting situations sort themselves out.
[ She does and she knows where this offer is coming from. If it had been a true issue, a request for her to move in would have been made sooner. That doesn't mean she is't going to consider it. ]
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