“The other day, I was thinking about outlaws–particularly those the humans call pirates. I have known quite a few of them–Jamin Bey, the captain of the Entropy Rose; the man called the Maestro (whatever his real name may be), Maria Cantrell (whose story is a tale for another time)–even Holder and Kale have been pirates, at one time or another. I have been an outlaw myself, and even I was once part of the crew of Bey’s vessel.
These are, mostly, people driven to do what they do because ‘the law’ gives them no way to live their lives within its scope. Now, I know that there are those outlaws who steal from others and even kill merely out of a purely selfish motive, and who have no honor at all. But the law is not always right. When Holder and I were first together, our union was thought to be ‘unlawful’–because of my age, because of the difference in our ancestries–because of the painful history between humankind and my people. We took a risk, together–whether that was a foolish thing or not. In the end, customs changed–in our favor.
On Earth, the government called “Homesec” began out of a noble desire–the desire to keep the humans’ homeland–Earth–safe. To protect ‘homeland security.’ But this law forgot that there were already those of other worlds who had worked and bled and died on Earth the same as many humans. And out of that began the trouble of the last ten cycles–a trouble that is still going on, on worlds not so far from Earth as Evohe.
I want our children to be able to see their father’s homeworld–to walk there without fear. Perhaps they may look enough like him to pass as human; perhaps the laws that require blood samples be taken before a traveler even sets foot on Earth’s soil will, by then, have been repealed.
Perhaps the blindness of the book-laws that have caused so much suffering will have given way, by then, to a greater law of the spirit.
I doubt it very much. It is still only slightly more so on my world than on Earth. But still I have hope. Still, I dare to dream.”