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Even on a ship as big as Enterprise, with as many people as it held, there were only so many places to find one of his fellow transplants, since they were prevented from accessing certain parts of the ship. He didn't bother asking the computer where Captain Hunt was, it wouldn't take long to search him out, and Julian did enjoy wandering around without too much threat of everything going pear-shaped.
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He holds the cup warm in his hand before sipping, blue eyes fixed on Julian. The doctor's been dancing around the subject of just what his genetic enhancements are and just what they were aimed to correct, and Dylan's curious, of course, but that's not really the point here.
He's picking up enough to get a bit of an idea, at least, and the situation is ... different to most of the genetically enhanced humans in his world, many of whom just ... are. Not to fix any particular condition. The result of enhancements on their ancestors, like Dylan in descending from people on worlds inhospitable to unenhanced humans, or like Beka, just inheriting that little edge that helps make her such a good pilot.
Dylan's expression is sympathetic as he looks at Julian. This is a world far different from his own, when the technology to engineer human genes hasn't had the thousands of years of advancement it has in his world.
A world where things go wrong with it.
"I'm sorry. At least in my world, that sort of side effect doesn't happen much. Not any more. And truth be told, most genetically enhanced people haven't undergone any sort of processes to correct anything. They've inherited enhanced genes like I did."
He shakes his head and shrugs.
"I'm not sure that would make me that great an example to change any perceptions. The actual engineering in my genes happened when my mother's family settled on a Heavy Gravity world."
Though at least in this world, the wars that have caused these prejudices are past.
In Dylan's, the fight between the Nietzscheans and humans still goes on, on slave worlds and in pirate raids and in petty tyrannies across countless planets. There are a lot of people out there still fighting the remnants of the civil war that caused the Fall.
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His disability hadn't been life-threatening. It would have resulted in him having a different life path, almost certainly. But there'd been no guarantee of that, or even that it would have taken. He could have ended off worse than before.
"At any rate, the context is different. There are caveats to the legislation, simply because of how prevalent engineering was in our past. Having ancestry, even Augment ancestry, a certain number of generations back is permissible. And you and your crew are from another reality entirely, or at the very least another time frame. I've done a bit more reading, and I'm not sure our laws regarding it would apply to any of you at all."
It wouldn't be fair to expect, anyway. It's not anything that he personally would challenge legal precedent on, but he preferred to fly under the radar anyway--so to speak. Since Captain Hunt and his crew's presence isn't intentional, and expected to be temporary, he can't expect a reaction to the level of his. It's been 15 years or more, since he researched this in earnest, and while his recall is perfect, his understanding of legal interpretation had been somewhat limited as a teenager.
He sips his tea, but has ignored his scone.
"Hypotheticals aside, do you have any questions I might answer, specifically?"
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When he'd considered the problems he might encounter in an alternate universe where there is not and never has been a Commonwealth, the idea that his genetics might be illegal was far from his thoughts. In part, certainly, that's because there's a difference between being engineered yourself and inheriting enhanced genetics like he did from his mother's family who'd lived on a heavy gravity world before she came to Tarn-Vedra, or Tyr and Rhade from their whole race.
He has his issues with the Nietzschean race, but they're with their actions, their philosophies and beliefs and what they do as a result, not with who they're born. Gaheris might have been a traitor, but Ismael was a loyalist. Tyr is a friend. The Sabra-Jaguar are allies, and for all the trouble they've caused, he needs them. That's what matters.
And that's from their world, not this one. Any of it.
Dylan's fingers tap on the table for a moment.
"Not specifically." He draws out a long, thoughtful breath. "But it is clear I need to learn more about the history of the Federation and this world." He smiles. "Not just because of this."
He hasn't forgotten Trance's words when he first found himself here, either. Hasn't forgotten that this is a world where there's a Federation three times larger than the Commonwealth charter requires.
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Julian had plenty of recreations, the educational value of them potentially questionable, but they were made for fun, re-enactments that he and Miles participated in.
"We use rooms like this for more than sitting around and drinking tea--there are holonovels, exercise programs, and historical recreations that can be run. Among others."
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He's never fooled himself into thinking that the task he'd set himself would be easy, and over a year along he's been proven right about that. They still have a lot of worlds that they need to sign up, and a long way to go. He'd like to learn how it was done here, how a Federation of this many worlds was created.
He's not too proud to learn; he knows that he's not a statesman. He is, however, in a position where he has to be one. Which is nothing his High Guard training ever prepared him for.
He glances around the café they're sitting in, the hologram so real it can be touched and felt and experienced as well as seen, very impressive for this time.
"I'm liking the sitting around drinking tea thing. But the rest of it?
That sounds handy."