16th February
22:35 GMT -8
That's where I recognise the face from.
"Lonnie Machin. You're a long way from Gotham."
"Er…"
That
actually wrong-foots him.
He's… Nine at the moment, so he
probably hasn't started using his
brain reprogrammer yet. He's just the unusually cerebral and basically well-intentioned son of a man whose arms I crushed not so long ago. Not that he
knows that at this point in his life. Actually, I should probably
check-. Yes. And he's got a few of the neural abnormalities, too. Might explain the obsessiveness. Or that might just be a product of his unusual intelligence; he's used to the people around him not understanding what he's talking about and so he stops looking to those outside himself for guidance.
I really should try introducing him to Richard…
"How do you.. know who I am?"
"You're on a watch list. Boys my children are never allowed to date."
The moderator frowns at me in bemusement. "Ah, Grayven? Do you know… Ah, Lonnie, was it?"
Lonnie nods, recovering himself slightly.
Ring,
biographical details.
By your command.
"Mister Machin up there is one of the most intelligent nine year olds in the country. Mister Machin got a scholarship to Gotham Academy -an excellent school- but decided to keep going to Gotham North… Why was that again?"
"I don't think people should be sorted into winner and losers at six years old. If you tell kids they're going to a bad school, they'll identify with that. It's called the-."
"
Pygmalion Effect, yes, I am aware of it. It's why I tell my children that they're New Gods."
Technically, only Lynne is a New God as she's the only one who started human. But I'm sure we can work on it if that bothers the younger children.
"Right."
He pauses.
Yes, Mr Machin is highly intelligent but lacks experience. Which doesn't mean that I can afford to reject what he says out of hand or mock him, but it
does mean that his intellectual reach may well exceed his mental grasp.
Thing is, when you're trying to reimagine the world, having someone like him around could be rather useful.
See how things go.
"You were asking about China?"
"Yes. Yes, you've been helping the Chinese government with their weapon development program."
"A very small part of it, yes."
"Why? I mean, you say that you like living in America because of the freedom it allows its citizens. Did you know that China
executed all of its superheroes during the Great Purge?"
"They executed a
lot of people whose faces didn't fit. And as a nation they're hardly unique in that regard. Russia was never
quite able to exert that level of control on their own metahuman population but it wasn't for lack of trying. And I can name at least three superheroes who were shot dead by the American government for violently resisting internment during the Second World War."
"And what about more recently?"
I shrug. "Mister Machin, you're a conscientious sort of chap, so I assume that you watched my interrogation of the British Parliament's Preternatural Scrutiny Select Committee?" He nods. "Then you know what I consider my job on Earth to be. I am not here to fix all of the problems of human civilisation. I am here to keep the majority of the population alive."
"Why am I willing to work with a country with a less than stellar human rights record? Because by doing so I reduce the chance of planetary extinction. Because of me those few supervillains who manage to cling on inside China won't be clinging on for much longer. Because of me, some of the more dangerous technologies which the Chinese government had access to are being investigated in slightly less risky ways. I earn the Chinese government's favour and they're a little more willing to cooperate with me on matters of planetary security."
"Exactly what areas of their military have you been helping them with?"
"I'm not going to broadcast that information."
"How do you know that it's just something they're going to use against supervillains rather than their own people?"
"No, I expect that they'll use it in all areas of law enforcement. I know for a fact that several Great Ten members are routinely employed in capturing metahumans who refuse to work for the state." I shrug. "I personally consider the Chinese government's way of utilising metahumans to be inefficient; they value control above utility. But, China has the largest army in the world. If they
didn't have slightly better superheroes, they would still have plenty of ways to beat down 'enemies of the state'. Probably with a higher body count."
I'm being a little disingenuous. I'm fully aware that part of the Great Ten's 'hazing' involves sending new members to beat up lightly or entirely unarmed demonstrators. It's a useful way of forcing them to identify with their team and with the state, and to deny them the opportunity to establish a separate support base for themselves amongst said 'enemies of the state'. And the possibility of a resistance movement forming around a powerful metahuman has gone from 'slight' to 'nonexistent'. And… 'Inefficient' is underselling exactly how I feel. I mean, I get it for the ones with destructive powers, but some of the people they've given life imprisonment sentences to…
But even if this version of Lonnie ends up going the '
profound honesty' route I
certainly won't.
"So…" He shakes his head. "You don't think you could make a difference? You're not going to use your leverage at all?"
"China has about… Five top tier superfunctionaries." August General, Immortal Man, Thundermind, Ghost Fox Killer and Celestial Archer. "I've helped three of them
slightly. That gives me
minimal leverage, and none at all outside of the narrow area of metahuman security. And if I sound off in public about some of the things I'd prefer them to do differently I'd lose the ability to influence them within my area of expertise. And while I might prefer it if certain things were different, I must live in the world that exists."
So let's not talk about the negotiations between Lex and the politburo concerning Security Council support for his planetary defence fleet, because I really
don't want them to spot that in a move stolen from World War Z's Cuba I'm going to turn their own soldiers into social Trojan horses. Or that we intend to ensure that all of Earth's off-world colonies are liberal, capitalist and democraticish and not beholden to any Earth nation state.
"Mister Machin, it's not that government oppression doesn't bother me, it's that a legion of murder-fairies from the future bent on harvesting your civilisation bothers me
more. It's that space pirates bent on plunder and malign wizards bent on mass murder bother me more. Those are the things the Earth rather
needs me to focus my energies on. Perhaps you'd rather that I do something else."
I shrug.
"And perhaps you could even make a convincing utilitarian argument for it; I'm far from being a perfect judge of such things. But by and large, I think I'm taking the right approach. Though if
you want to try and change the Chinese government's minds on any subject, feel free. I doubt that you're involved in any other work with them that might be damaged by it so you've got a far freer hand than
I do."
"But-."
"Tell you what. I'm sure that you could keep pushing me all evening. Why don't you let someone else have a turn
now-" Because I'm supposed to be not-electioneering, not re-evaluating my entire strategy. "-and come and see me backstage once this is over? I'll try and give you the level of detail that might actually satisfy you."
He hesitates again, then nods.
"Thank you. I'll do that."