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This is Three Worlds Collide, Part 2: War and/or Peace (2/8), published by Eliezer Yudkowsky.
..."So the question then is - now what?"
The Lord Pilot jumped up, then, his face flushed. "Put up shields. Now. We don't gain anything by leaving them down. This is madness!"
"No," said the Ship's Confessor in professional tones, "not madness."
The Pilot slammed his fists on the table. "We're all going to die!"
"They're not as technologically advanced as us," Akon said. "Suppose the Babyeaters do decide that we need to be exterminated. Suppose they open fire. Suppose they kill us. Suppose they follow the starline we opened and find the Huygens system. Then what?"
The Master nodded. "Even with surprise on their side... no. They can't actually wipe out the human species. Not unless they're a lot smarter than they seem to be, and it looks to me like, on average, they're actually a bit dumber than us." The Master glanced at the Xenopsychologist, who waved her hand in a maybe-gesture.
"But if we leave the ship's shields down," Akon said, "we preserve whatever chance we have of a peaceful resolution to this."
"Peace," said the Lady Sensory, in a peculiar flat tone.
Akon looked at her.
"You want peace with the Babyeaters?"
"Of course -" said Akon, then stopped short.
The Lady Sensory looked around the table. "And the Babyeater children? What about them?"
The Master of Fandom spoke, his voice uncertain. "You can't impose human standards on -"
With a blur of motion and a sharp crack, the Lady Sensory slapped him.
The Ship's Confessor grabbed her arm. "No."
The Lady Sensory stared at the Ship's Confessor.
"No," the Confessor repeated. "No violence. Only argument. Violence doesn't distinguish truth from falsehood, my Lady."
The Lady Sensory slowly lowered her hand, but not her eyes.
"But..." said the Master. "But, my Lady, if they want to be eaten -"
"They don't," said the Xenopsychologist. "Of course they don't. They run from their parents when the terrible winnowing comes. The Babyeater children aren't emotionally mature - I mean they don't have their adult emotional state yet. Evolution would take care of anyone who wanted to get eaten. And they're still learning, still making mistakes, so they don't yet have the instinct to exterminate violators of the group code. It's a simpler time for them. They play, they explore, they try out new ideas. They're..." and the Xenopsychologist stopped. "Damn," she said, and turned her head away from the table, covering her face with her hands. "Excuse me." Her voice was unsteady. "They're a lot like human children, really."
"And if they were human children," said the Lady Sensory into the silence, "do you think that, just because the Babyeater species wanted to eat human children, that would make it right for them to do it?"
"No," said the Lord Pilot.
"Then what difference does it make?" said the Lady Sensory.
"No difference at all," said the Lord Pilot.
Akon looked back and forth between the two of them, and saw what was coming, and somehow couldn't speak.
"We have to save them," said the Lady Sensory. "We have to stop this. No matter what it takes. We can't let this go on."
Couldn't say that one word -
The Lord Pilot nodded. "Destroy their ship. Preserve our advantage of surprise. Go back, tell the world, create an overwhelming human army... and pour into the Babyeater starline network. And rescue the children."
"No," Akon said.
No?
"I know," said the Lord Pilot. "A lot of Babyeaters will die at first, but they're killing ten times more children than their whole adult population, every year -"
"And then what?" said the Master of Fandom. "What happens when the children grow up?"
The Lord Pilot fell silent.
The Master of Fandom completed the question. "Are you going to wipe out their whole race, because their existence is too horrible to be allowed to go ...