Möwe was very happy to see her daughter back from the Moon. She had reinvented herself to be a mother and struggled to keep her Manny from the pain she experienced as an autistic child. Manaia was not "on the spectrum" like Möwe had been. This day DC was calm, so they had gone out into Georgetown for lunch at Claude's. It was a short walk down from N St.

She asked her daughter how the Foundation was getting along. She already knew; it was fading into the background on purpose. With the BFG in action all around the world, its now formal existence was enough to keep the idea of telescient people in non-tee brains almost constantly. The Banking parts of the group were more passive now than they had been. It had begun with crooked German and micro-nation banks. Finance was the harder part, but the most interesting to mother and daughter, for finance directed the economies of the world. It was not limited to banks, in fact banks did less than half of all the finance in the world. That meant fewer national regulations and more greedy humans.

"I don't know how to answer that, mom. We have tendrils everywhere and our own research is going on in dozens of places, but it is not centralized. It should never be. We are effective because we have a common purpose. The increase in our numbers is the main thing. You know how I feel about Mars and why, but as we move from ten percent to twenty, things are going to be different. Quantity has its own qualities, they say."

"I imagine so, dear. I worry about it. When non-tee human beings move from feeling threatened to being terrified with becoming the minority—with the air around them buzzing with thoughts and schemes they only might be able to read about after the fact—they are going to panic and act out. One of the US political parties went through that at the beginning of the last century. It is still going on, but completely hopelessly. Among us there are all types, and so I worry that unnecessary roughness might become tempting to the worst among us."

"Me too. I worry about it on Mars too. At some point non-tee will be such a liability to themselves and to the group that trouble is almost sure to break out." She told her mom about the Moon Base problem she just solved. "The non-tee restiveness is mostly subconscious by now but let there be a scandalous situation and we'll never get that toothpaste back in the tube. Truthfully, mom, I think what we are talking about just now is part of the experience the visiting aliens wanted and needed us to have. It is a long haul, and we need to be especially smart about it. Eventually non-tee will be the minority and then how do we act? Seriously! It would be a hell of a lot easier if we could depend on the least among us to behave perfectly, not to mention the ones like us who are very imperfect as well. We cannot. I imagine the aliens making this transition did not either."

"It is a situation we must have a sure cure for well in advance. We cannot be putting non-tee on reservations or consigning them to jobs robots could do for a tenth or hundredth of the cost. And, while we are at it, we haven't figured out the genetics of telesentience yet. The latest papers talk about the long history, but like most history it is fatally incomplete for scientific purposes. I, and everyone, I guess, are hoping that the genetics will solve the inevitable social problem, which is now already emerging and may be partly the cause of half a century of chaos." Möwe frowned deliberately.

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