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Munroe shrugged. "The boycott is a great pain. But Stateless under the boycott is still better than the alternative: a company island, every square meter privately owned. It's bad enough when every decent food crop on the planet is licensed; imagine the ground beneath your feet being the same."

I said, "Okay. So the technology gave you a shortcut to a new society; all the old models were irrelevant. No invasion and genocide, no bloody uprising, no glacial democratic reforms. But getting there's the easy part. I still don't understand what holds the place together."

"Small invertebrate organisms."

"I meant politically."

Munroe looked baffled. "Holds the place together against what? The onset of anarchy?"

"Violence. Looting. Mob rule."

"Why bother traveling to the middle of the Pacific for something you can do in any city in the world? Or do you think we went to all this trouble just for a chance to play Lord of the Flies?"

"Not intentionally. But when it happens in Sydney, they send in the riot squad. When it happens in Los Angeles, they send in the National Guard."

"We have a trained militia, who have near-universal consent to use reasonable force to protect people and vital resources in an emergency." He grinned. '"Vital resources.' 'Emergency powers.' Sounds just like home, doesn't it? Except that the emergency has never arisen."

"Okay. But why hasn't it?"

Munroe massaged his forehead, and regarded me as if I were an over-persistent child. "Good will? Intelligence? Some other bizarre alien force?"

"Be serious."

"There are some obvious things. People turn up here with a slightly higher than average level of idealism. They want Stateless to work, or they wouldn't have come—give or take the occasional tedious agent provocateur. They're prepared to cooperate. I don't mean living in dormitories, pretending everyone's your extended family, and going on work parties singing uplifting communal anthems—though there's some of that about. But they're willing to be more flexible and tolerant than the average person who chooses to live elsewhere… because that's the whole point.

"There's less concentration of wealth, and of power. Maybe that's only a matter of time—but with so much power so heavily decentralized, it's very hard to buy. And yes, we have private property, but the island, the reefs, and the waters are a commons. Syndicates which collect and process food trade their products for money, but they have no monopoly; there are plenty of people who feed themselves directly from the sea."

I looked around the square, frustrated. "Okay. You're not all slaughtering each other or rioting in the streets, because no one's starving, and no one's obscenely rich—yet. But do you honestly think it's going to last? The next generation won't be here by choice. What are you going to do—indoctrinate them all with tolerance, and hope for the best? It's never worked before. Every other experiment like this has ended in violence, been conquered or absorbed… or given up and turned into a nation state."

Munroe said, "Of course we're trying to pass on our own values to our children—like everyone else on the planet. And with about as much success. But at least most children here are taught sociobiology from an early age."

"Sociobiology?"

He grinned. "More use than Bakunin, believe me. People will never agree on the details of how society should be organized—and why should they? But unless you're an Edenite who believes there's some 'natural,' Gala-given Utopian condition to which we should all return, then adopting any form of civilization means choosing some kind of cultural response—other than passive acceptance—to the fact that we are animals with certain innate behavioral drives. And whether that response involves the most subtle compromise, or the most vehement opposition, it helps to know exactly what it is you're trying to accommodate, or oppose.

"If people understand the biological forces acting on themselves and everyone around them then at least they have a chance of adopting intelligent strategies for getting what they want with a minimum of conflict… instead of blundering around with nothing but romantic myths and wishful thinking, courtesy of some dead political philosopher."

I let that sink in. I'd come across no end of detailed prescriptions for ludicrous "scientific" Utopias, and blueprints for societies organized on allegedly "rational" grounds… but this was the first time I'd heard anyone advocate diversity in the same breath as acknowledging biological forces. Instead of exploiting sociobiology to try to justify some rigid political doctrine to be imposed from above—from Marxism to the nuclear family, from racial purity to gender separatism—"we must live this way, because human nature requires it"—Munroe was suggesting that people could use the self-knowledge of the species to make better decisions for themselves.