She doesn't wind up taking the repeat; the end of the symphony without it has her playing the final chord when Lord Auditor Vorthys is nearer than anyone she's hoping to evade. She counts out the beats, holds for a moment longer, and then lifts her hands from the keyboard. She has decided that given her choice of titles she's going to address this particular guest as -
"Professor Vorthys."
"Well, it's someone's fault; whether ImpSec is culprit as well as victim I couldn't tell you. It seems to serve its every ostensible purpose, including, so far, not falling down, so it could be described as a system working to produce intended results - the problem appears to have been a deficiency in the list of those intents."
"Fair enough. I'm unaccustomed to the relevant habits of thought, although I've been taking economics lessons to fix that - the family business manager is helping me both with the academics and the practicalities, since I'm trying my hand at the electrical-and-software-engineering thing with more of an audience. Mass-producing these." She holds up her pen. It seems she always gets around to showing off her pen.
"I call them pens, although I'm going to need to come up with some sort of brand name to distinguish them from the sort that contains ink." She does her line-of-light-through-the-air demo. "They can handle most comconsole functions. But, obviously, are heavily miniaturized."
"Lots of little hacks - and a lot of it inspired by others' work in other domains and a lot of it handled with machine learning rather than directly written code. It matters that there are projectors on both ends - Miles and his father both want versions that look like old fashioned fountain pens and that's been an interesting challenge - and that the pen can 'see' what it's doing from both ends too. But it also senses momentum and hand pressure and tilt directly, and people don't move nearly as fast as the pen can think. You could throw it off if you took it on a fast carnival ride of some kind, but it'll adapt to straight-line acceleration gentle enough that you wouldn't lose your grip on the thing in the first place."
"Well, there's a first batch of the ones that look more or less like this, in various colors and with the option of partially visible electronics, available already - Cordelia has one of those. The fountain pen version will probably not be ready to go for months yet, maybe longer, but I am fairly confident I can do it eventually."
"Likewise. If you don't mind helping me with what you might term market research -" She draws another light-line. "If you acquired one of these to serve portable comconsole functions, would you want it to look about like this, perhaps in a different color, or more like an old-fashioned fountain pen?"
"So you're selling these," says Tien.
"Yes. Well, the first batch is more or less being given away as part of the initial advertisement. You can have one, if you'll use it in front of people and tell them if they ask where to place orders. But we're out of one of the colors, so it'll have to be black or silver or white."
"I'll take a silver one if you're offering," says Tien.
"I'll let the manufacturer know and they'll send you one," Linya smiles, and she changes pen modes to send this message to the people in physical possession of the pen batch.
"Can't it just draw out of the other end?"
"I think that might defeat the purpose of having it shaped like a fountain pen, and anyway it does need to be able to project from both sides regardless."
"More or less. It comes with a program that can translate most standard comconsole software into pen inputs, and it comes with a basic package already installed. But it won't produce sound except through earbugs - not included because so many people already have a compatible set - and of course comconsoles can't do the freehand drawing and don't network with each other as cooperatively."
"The pens are all the same, and dozens of people make comconsoles - if I have competitors later then this will presumably be less true, but for the time being the pens can securely talk to each other as much as their operators want without the setup rigmarole of consoles. If Cordelia has her pen on her person - or if it's upstairs, even - then I can send her a 3D drawing or whatever else I like without having to do anything more complicated than identify who I want it to go to. Getting the pen to talk to the household network so I could do things like talk to my manufacturer about Vorsoisson's pen was more complicated."
"One eventual possibility is that people who live in rural areas and are unconvinced of the point of other technology will find a handful of pens per village useful partly for that reason - they may not want to talk to Vorbarr Sultana, let alone Beta Colony, but they might want to take pictures of their children to show their neighbors."
Vorsoisson snorts quietly.
"Tsipis, our business manager, is optimistic too - things in general cheapen over time, and of course I have the option of pocketing as little as I care to from my own research and development involvement," Linya tells Vorsoisson.
"I already had my own pen developed in its current form when I married Miles, for personal use," Linya said. "Most of the software in the others is the same, with a few features most people won't want or need removed. All I had to do was make sure the design still worked with more scalable materials, and find a manufacturer - Tsipis has been invaluable - and teach them to make the pens, and come up with a tutorial and make particularly sure that the network and data formats popular on Barrayar were best supported."
"So it's Cetagandan technology, then," says Vorsoisson.
"It's my technology, and both I and the pen were developed on Eta Ceta. But everybody who owns a pen presently lives on Barrayar, and this will probably be the case for at least another year or so until I can invest in offplanet distribution attempts."
"Linya," he says, kissing her hand, and then turns to the other participants in the conversation. "My Lord Auditor - ah - ?" He surveys the two unknowns with a querying eyebrow.
"Ekaterin Vorsoisson, Tien Vorsoisson - Lord Vorkosigan," supplies Professor Vorthys.
"I'd like to think so."
"Is it hard to use?"
"I don't find it hard, but I designed it. Drawing should be simple, and so should any program operated principally by pointing at things - learning the gestures to input text might take longer. You can have it do voice recognition if that's easier, since it does pick up sound just fine."
"That's a good idea - I switch alphabets pretty routinely, but if the main customer base will be using Barrayaran Cyrillic all the time - I'll make a note of that for an update. There is a virtual keyboard but it's there to troubleshoot finicky custom gesture recognition and it's not too accessible -" She makes a note of this suggestion.
"When the pen starts up for the first time it'll offer the tutorial for all the basics that you won't have seen on a comconsole before, including the messaging between pens function, and you can get the tutorial back again if you're borrowing by going into the point-and-poke menu or by flailing the pen around confusedly in any non-drawing mode."
Miles and Professor Vorthys have already quietly disappeared, so this leaves Linya and Madame Vorsoisson alone - well, surrounded by people and a piano, but not in anyone else's immediate conversational sphere.
"I'm already looking for what's next after pens don't require much of my attention to continue being produced and distributed," Linya says. "After I've figured out the fountain pen version and hired a few people for maintenance sorts of programming."
"It will depend on how much spending money the pens net me how fast. Probably a lot of - groundwork-laying. There are a lot of very long term projects I'd like to have running. A lot of things I'd like to learn about. I might take classes at the university - localize my genetics knowledge, pick up some neuroscience and whatever else looks good - and then go shopping for scientists to throw money at once I know how to distinguish the potentially useful ones from the others."
"Learning a lot about genetics - human genetics - is standard for haut women. But I'm only eighteen, so I didn't have a complete education on the subject, and I'm sure it was riddled with lots of - local jargon, not to mention local underlying customs. I might as well test into some advanced class here and see what it's like."
"They happen - and for that matter cease to be - somehow. Artificially generating the conditions would obviously be complicated or we'd have managed it centuries ago, but there is probably no conceptual reason why the galaxy has to produce the things all by itself."
"I don't mind in the least if you don't. So - most people are made by random assembly. Haut aren't. I have two principal gene contributors, who in my case are one woman and one man, but together they only supplied about 75% of my genome. The rest is inclusions from other people, handmade sequences from no one in particular, and adjustments made to bring me up to the state of the art as of about eighteen years ago - for instance, all haut who are currently age twenty or younger can see more colors than older haut or non-haut. The woman who designed me is one of those principal gene contributors, but I was brought up on a separate planet from her, encountered her only when she was in the area for a speed chess tournament, and have effectively received no mothering whatsoever. My other principal gene contributor has been dead for several decades now; my designer's arrangement was with his - and consequently my - constellation, which is sort of like an extended family, not with him personally. You could describe my designer and my constellation-selector as my mother and my father, and sometimes haut relationships are summarized that way for simplicity in explaining who's related to whom, but I feel that it's misleading to describe me as having parents. It might be less so if I were a within-constellation cross, because then my designer would have been more easily accessible to me, but the relationship still wouldn't have been socially parental."
"I didn't want to leave when I was eight, I started looking for ways to leave later, when I was eight," clarifies Linya. "It was a lovely place to grow up in most ways. But I didn't want to stay there, dedicating my life to relatively useless hobbies and a small handful of slow genetics projects."
"Usually if one is born a haut one stays within the sort of - sphere, that implies. Haut women are sometimes awarded as brides to ghem-lords who have accomplished valuable things - to rid the haut of anyone who isn't up to their exacting standards, to incentivize doing valuable things, to get haut genes into the ghem population in a controlled manner. If Miles hadn't come along, one likely possibility for me looked like remaining in my constellation until I was thirty or so and then marrying some ghem-general or similar."
"Well, in the usual case with haut-wives, personal relationship is an afterthought, if one is to exist at all, and what the ghem-lord is really being offered is his wife's genome, expertise in using it to make half-his children, and a social status marker. But this does not seem to encompass how things have worked out between me and Miles."
"I'm - I'm not sensitive about it exactly, but I don't have the first idea how to explain. I suppose I could start with, not all Vor families have a Count anywhere nearby... we're all related to some if you go back far enough, of course, but that hardly, um, counts. None of my immediate ancestors for a few generations are especially famous, and even Uncle Georg wasn't anyone special before he was appointed Auditor. High Vor are all the ones who are closely related to someone with military or political importance, and the rest of us are... descendants of second sons and so forth. Still Vor, but not very important Vor."
"Courtesy titles are at least a little bit important... and if he's second cousin to a Count's heir, that's not too bad either. With there being so few Vorkosigans, he might be one of the closest people to the Vorkosigan Countship, and even if that doesn't matter for inheritance, it matters for - I'm trying to find a politer word than 'nepotism'." She smiles tentatively and adds, "Without success, as you can see."
"Well... it makes opportunities for advancement easier to come by," she says. "Not for me, really, but for Tien - if there's a position to be had and the person in charge of filling it happens to know you already, he's likelier to consider you. And... if you have High Vor friends they might invite you to more High Vor parties where you... can meet more High Vor until you find one who'll give you nice favours? It sounds so mercenary when I put it like that."
"Apparently I will be missing out on an entire dimension of social interplay if I retain Cetagandan habits with respect to ethanol, but nothing about the stuff sounds appealing to me so thus far I've been circumspect. I haven't gotten around to trying authentic animal meat either."
"Nor I the reverse. Miles has had both and prefers the sort that at one point in its history had the power to wake the neighbors, but..." She shrugs. "It would, I think, feel a little like being offered a salad made with a carrot which the day previous had been able to tapdance."
"Well, a carrot designed to tapdance would probably not be optimized for human consumption, that's true, although I don't imagine it'd be necessary for design reasons to introduce anything that was actually toxic. But without knowing something about how it was made, that's a reasonable concern."
"On Eta Ceta I belonged to an improvisational music group. We didn't maintain a standard repertoire, or even properly rehearse together - we'd just collect where music was needed, especially on short notice, and meander around in response to each other's cues. I have some repertoire, but much less than I would have if I'd taken up music in any other respectable-for-a-haut-lady capacity."
"Quite a bit. And the piano in particular was my instrument because if I'd chosen something that is not played in a stationary fashion I'd have been expected to learn to dance at the same time, and I have been known to fall over while changing direction at speed, which is very embarrassing in a haut constellation."
"Thank you. The drawback is that I don't operate as well solo - I can produce pleasant sounds for a few hours without any cues, and I can read music, but I'm accustomed to a musical environment I can't readily duplicate here. My bandmates weren't close personal friends, but we could read each other and it was fun. If something similar is available to be had here - well, for one thing, it's anyone's guess if they'd have me, and for another I haven't managed to locate them."
"Yes. And planning, of course, and going out and getting things to plant - where I grew up we often had to do a lot of soil enrichment before Earth life would even grow, but here that's been less of an issue. And watering and otherwise caring for the plants. Once they are planted."
"It took some getting used to. I used to go most everywhere outside constellation grounds in a force screen attached to a float-chair, but I gave it up when I got married. There I didn't expect to be attacked, it was mostly just a haut-lady status symbol thing - here, there is the risk that someone will ignore the fact that I am unarmed, a noncombatant, female, married to a Vor, etcetera, not to mention the fact that the war has been over since well before I was born, and decide that violence is the answer to their - confusion."
"I don't think most haut-ladies would like their personal defensive equipment and status-broadcast to be described that way, but it is, a little. What's really cute is when little girls three and four years old get to be old enough to pilot the chairs and go zooming around bumping into each other deliberately, shouting at the top of their lungs, and then abruptly demonstrate total decorum when told that it's a requirement for going out in the chairs."
"I think they're very little known outside Cetaganda - outside haut circles in particular, I suppose. The ba are a class of sexless individuals every bit as engineered as the haut - often more so, because they're a testing ground for most new ideas for genetic tweaks - which do most of the day to day servitor work around constellations, private haut estates, and other relevant establishments. There is - nothing else for them to do and nowhere else for them to go, they are every bit as smart and talented and highly potentiated as haut are by express design, and - by some mechanism no one ever detailed to me - they turn out uniformly loyal and malleable servants who do everything from raising baby haut to cooking to chauffeuring to lab assistant work. It doesn't seem to actively distress any ba I have ever met, or I might have prioritized doing something about it over other projects, but it's somewhere in the neighborhood of tragedy in a quiet way. At least on a collective level haut indolence is self-inflicted; the same cannot be said of ba servitude."
"Well, yes, of course, expectations for how they ought to feel about haut apply even more strongly to ba than ghem. But I am haut, so - if some ba who is in distress declines to communicate this in any way to any haut - then while they might benefit from help, I have no way to let them benefit from my help. Even a dramatic show of interest-in-helping-ba intending to gain their trust would have me making some sort of intervention in their lives without their cooperation."
"There are more ba than haut - by a factor of something like five or six, I think. They could do it themselves if they fomented sufficient dissent. Ba sometimes interact with ghem and even proles. And of the haut - Lisbet is very - sensible and methodical, but in a sort of - careful way accompanied by people skills that absolutely dwarf mine. I have a lot of high hopes for her tenure in various spheres, this one included. She has more coordination power than I could possibly have acquired in any span not measured in decades; if there is something that haut in general can do to be kinder to ba then she is likelier than I to find out what it is without upsetting any ba in the process and dramatically more able to effect its happening."
"That's a principal component of the job, yes. Design the Emperor, or possibly several Emperor-candidates for the existing Emperor to choose between; approve novel genomics projects and oversee less experimental creations; participate in the occasional awarding of haut-brides to worthy recipients."
"You are indeed an heirloom human," says Linya. "It wouldn't be a particularly useful term if there were no other genetic engineering products besides the haut, but there are also of course the ba, and the ghem get some engineering done, and there are plenty of things elsewhere in the galaxy where it's practiced. I'm sure all manner of things and people have been made on Jackson's Whole, for instance."
"I agree completely. If it had turned out to be a complete disaster to have me here and there had been no choice but to ship me off somewhere else my stated criterion was that it be a reasonably civilized planet - defined significantly to exclude Jackson's Whole."
"Does it tend to work out reasonably well? I'm gathering that unlike the awarding of haut-wives, where it's entirely possible for the pair in question to barely interact, there remains an expectation for arranged marriages under other circumstances that they be - marriagelike."
"All right then. Haut out-marriages are usually ostensibly volunteered for, if not as enthusiastically as mine, but someone who was meant to be shown the door and didn't go would find this uncomfortable after a few declined opportunities... internally there's no relationship arrangement of any kind, though."
"Oh, if I had gotten to age forty-five without befriending Lisbet or marrying Miles or doing anything else very much off-script, and I'd turned down two or three or four ghem-lords due to be awarded brides over the last fifteen years, I imagine I would find that on aging out of my improv group the more advanced one would find that I mysteriously didn't pass their audition, that the kitchen was always having mysterious shortages of whatever I wanted to eat, that I couldn't convince any of my favorite servitors to put in for transfers to a private estate when I was ready to move to one, that I couldn't secure such an estate at all, that whenever I marked a spot in any lab or workshop as being mine I'd come back to find all my tools put away and my project disturbed, that no one would talk to me, that if I had a love-poem - I'm not sure of the best word to encompass the category in local dialect; lover? - if I had a romantic interest, at any rate, that all his friends thought he was too good for me and ought to leave me to my lesser marriage-related fate, that I was not invited to go anywhere or do anything but sit in my apartment and become resigned."
"Well... they don't. But if they did, I imagine... he might take her last name; she wouldn't take his, unless she really wanted to, I suppose. But she wouldn't stop being Vor. The most that might happen is that she might... lie, pretend, take his last name and then deny ever having been Vor in the first place. It's completely strange to think about."
"Huh. Vor-ness trumps the patriarchal lines. Except for the part where they don't do it? Not ever? If you have a daughter and she wants to marry the - I don't know, the son of somebody your husband works with who doesn't have a Vor in his name, when she grows up? What happens?"
"Before I was born, too. I'm not trying to - it's just - if we were ever going to turn into a peaceful planet, I don't think that helped. I'm not trying to say it's your fault, or anything - that would be utterly silly - but it's something that happened. Part of our history."
"Any production worth producing. Even if the invasion had somehow, bloodlessly, overnight, acquired Barrayar, the integration project would have been -" Linya pauses, unable to think of a polite word for "a clusterfuck". She shakes her head in lieu of generating alternative vocabulary. "And even if the bloodless overnight acquisition was accompanied by seamless magical cultural integration, why? I don't think anyone involved was motivated by the desire to see Barrayar or Barrayarans grow and thrive. It doesn't have galactic strategic importance, there is nowhere to go from here but to turn around and leave the same way one comes in. Cetaganda isn't overwhelmingly hemmed in for need of living space; no one was planning to park excess proles on your excess wilderness and work diligently on converting the soil and beating back the native wildlife so they'd have a place to raise children or open clusters of restaurants or what have you. It just looked like an easy target to people with bad judgment, obviously, and the decisionmakers - were acquisitive, wanted to look accomplished to the people who judged them, didn't need a better reason and so didn't trouble to turn one up or pause for its lack."
"I'm not particularly tempted. I'm reasonably sure that the same ghem-generals who didn't give a second thought to how the Barrayarans would feel about the matter also didn't spare a moment to wonder if their prospective wives were going to be willing participants."
"I managed - obviously - but a more thoughtful setup might have some release valve for malcontents besides allowing a small fraction of one sex to occasionally get married and thereby leave behind anything we might have actually liked about our initial situation all in one motion."
"If I'd been allowed to do that, I would probably have waited until I was a little older - no sense turning down the education and resources before I needed to trade them in for freedom of movement if the possibility would still be waiting for me when I was twenty-three or what have you. And then I'd have sold pens or opened a commercial genomics consultation clinic on Illyrica or performed music for audiences larger than whichever fifty haut were invited to this or that party. Or all of the above and then some. Without having to marry someone who - I've been very lucky, I love my husband, but I didn't exactly know Miles well when I seized on the idea of running off with him."
"Hmm," says Ekaterin. "Not a solution I ever would have imagined, and I can't help thinking there would be trouble if someone tried it... but maybe it would be better for everyone if they had designed it that way from the start. Since the Cetagandans seem to design everything anyway."
"Everyone does that, just - clumsily. Someone who gets themselves killed before they have any children, or simply can't convince anyone to cooperate with the project, will not be participating in the next generation. The haut way has its disadvantages, but it's much quicker at getting results once one has results in mind, and less bloody."
"...I'm not sure that's what I meant. Of course ideally no one would get themselves killed. That's a separate issue from whether or not one should have to win a design competition in order to - well - surely if everyone had a free choice, there would be some people who'd choose to reproduce the old-fashioned way. And their design skills wouldn't matter to the, um, project at all."
"That's - all true, yes. I mean, a lot of haut have children made from their genes without having personally designed them - my constellation selector wasn't a geneticist at all and here I am, about thirty-four percent him, because my designer was impressed with how he conformed to her project vision. It's not entirely about design skill even when it's all done by design."
"Ba, mostly. Haut who like children are free to take an interest if they like and some do. Although the reason that cross-constellation children are not placed in the designer's constellation is that we're more likely to be experimental and it's frowned upon to tweak the experiment by - customizing your design's environment overmuch."
"True. Although a lot of the advantages could be combined by just having - the approximate process that typical haut-wives go through in making their own children, applied to everybody's. I... haven't talked to Miles yet about how much he's going to let me intervene for ours, when we get around to having them, but if I'd married a ghem-lord I'd design our mutual children and then co-parent them. I imagine plenty of people would be willing to do something similar for would-be parents without genetics degrees. Although I imagine someone trying to start this consultancy on Barrayar would have public relations difficulties."
"I hope you work it out between you somehow," she says. "But - maybe I'm just too Barrayaran - if everyone's children were designed by geneticists, even if the parents don't have to be geneticists themselves, that still implies whoever, um, helps them out, would have some kind of goal in mind beyond 'produce a healthy child'. I like healthy children as much as the next woman. I don't think I'd like to - provide the material and the parenting for someone's design project. Unless you meant something I don't understand by 'the approximate haut-wife process'."
"The approximate haut-wife process is - approximate, here. Certainly if I were operating a consultancy like that I'd take client goals into account. And... We may have different standards of 'health'. I do not feel a strong pull to select my children's eye color or their hormone balances or their metabolic tendencies; I'd do it anyway if I were unfettered by Barrayaran prejudice, because abdicating the decisions in question doesn't seem like an improvement and it just won't take me that much time since I absconded with plenty of genetics helper software on my pen, but I'll abandon that sort of quibbling over genetic details if Miles prefers without complaint. What worries me is that I will have a child who develops - allergies or headaches or arthritis or something. A child who is in pain because I did not argue thoroughly enough with their father, because I left them to the mercies of a process that is not intended to improve their quality of life."
"...I see what you mean," Ekaterin says slowly. "And I don't quite disagree. But... I feel we would lose something, as a species, if random assembly wasn't an option anymore. Even if helpful geneticists were freely available to design children for inexpert couples, even if they - took client goals into account. I don't know what, but I do feel we'd lose something."
"Any competent geneticist with enough equipment to do nonrandom children can also do random assembly. With sufficiently well-engineered parents this probably isn't even harmful for the first or second generation on the levels that I mentioned as worrying me, although shuffling it enough would start to damage some of the more elaborate complexes after more than a couple iterations."
"It is, yes, takes about ten minutes if you have the right tools - my point is that even if there's for some reason no way to make a baby besides going through a geneticist, one who was responsive to client goals - which could include 'random assembly' - would be able to do that. So loss of the option would basically have to involve geneticists who were not responsive to client goals somewhere along the line, which was not the hypothetical we were working with."
By the end of the party that is the worst moment of the entire affair, and she has an appointment of sorts to go visit Ekaterin for companionable gardening in a week's time.
"Roughly within expected parameters. I like Ekaterin Vorsoisson quite a bit, I'm going to go visit her and help her pick out and plant flower seeds next week." There are servants around, so she doesn't scoop him. She wanders into an adjacent and uninhabited room hoping that he will follow her first.