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"Baby Series 3"Written By: Karina Rating: PG Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine. Pairing: Quatre + Milliardo Notes: Challenge 152. Baby Series 3 #229. Takes place immediately following Adaptation and Absorption. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
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To Survive Here "Those who keep to the old ways are the heart and soul of what is Sanc. They do not care for modern conveniences. It is too hard to replace something if it breaks. They have never had much in material wealth, but you will not find a happier people than those who count their wealth in the health of their children and the number of cows and goats that enable them to feed their families, or the nets that catch their fish." "That…" Quatre hesitated. "Old fashioned? Primitive? A left over remnant of the middle ages? Only modern man's dependence on the computer and technology would think happiness can only be found in modern convenience." "This is not the middle ages, Milliardo. People do not need to be grubbing around in grass huts to be happy." The King snorted, apparently not in the least offended by Quatre's disdain of grass huts. His free hand swept up to brush aside a cascade of silver hair that flowed over his shoulder and he was smiling that brilliant smile usually hidden from the world. Brilliant and dangerous, that was what that smile was. It revealed too much of the man and that was why it was carefully guarded and few ever saw it. "You and I should go on a Progress, Quatre. I need to take you on a tour around Sanc so you can see the people you claim you wish to help. They don't need computer call centres or heavy industry to pollute the air. Sanc is not suited to heavy industry. We do not have the resources to sustain that type of industry and it costs too much to import raw materials. The operating costs would make that kind of industry unsustainable. Other than that what do we have? Fish? Forests that are protected because they must be protected or Sanc would be stripped bare by the harsh weather of our location. The trees stabilise the ground or the winter weather would strip the mountains and hills bare and we truly would be a place where not even the forsaken could dwell." "You paint a bleak picture, Milliardo." "Bleak but honest. You can not provide for a people unless you know those people and the land in which they live. We have a picturesque country, its future lies more in tourism than in heavy industry. Sanc's future is its beauty and its brain. It's intellect. We have survived here as long as we have because we use our brains and we learn how to survive off the land. By adapting to change we survive, and because we survive we progress. We are thankful for what we have. We learn what works, what is sustainable and what does not work and move on. Standing still in Sanc will serve only to bury you beneath the winter snow. One has to move to survive here, so don't look at me as though I intend to hold my people back. I do not." ~ * ~ |
