Ronan's look was far too direct. Blood Demon immediately understood and explained, "I know. Most people aren't stupid; they weigh things in their hearts. The problem is that those little calculations usually can't overcome 'Conformity Psychology.'
"Whether it's the Star Alliance Committee or the City Governments, they only need to make the public feel that most people around them are really doing the same thing, and it's basically done. After all, humans are social animals..."
Explaining such a stale old argument required the right emotional delivery. Just as Blood Demon was speaking with flying spittle, he saw Ronan's lips move slightly. A few syllables came out—perhaps even fewer—and they were indistinct.
Blood Demon was highly sensitive to Ronan's reactions. "What?"
Ronan looked at him too. "What?"
"What did you just say?"
"Nothing."
Blood Demon suddenly understood. "You cursed at me!"
Ronan rolled his eyes. "No."
"Then what did you say?"
"I was finding evidence for your argument." This time, Ronan answered very seriously. "You said humans are social animals..."
"Yeah."
"Then they're Genetic Species."
"Uh?"
This time, Ronan spoke in the tone of someone reading from a textbook. "For a Genetic Species collective, judgment at any given moment is meaningless. The accumulation of countless so-called correct or incorrect choices, even viewed from the scale closest to them, reveals only the Tooth Mark left when vermin writhe and turn, lightly gnawing through a stretch of time-space—or mold that vanishes in an instant beneath the hot winds of the stars..."
Even across the balcony, Blood Demon nearly laughed hard enough to spray Ronan in the face. "You said all that just now?"
"Abbreviated Reading."
"Abbreviated Reading my ass. You definitely made that up!"
Blood Demon disliked that passage immensely. "What kind of bullshit perspective is that? It acts like it's looking down