must be defined on some basis if there are to be any obligations to the “we”; and once there is a “we,” there will be a “they.” —James Q. Wilson, The Moral Sense, 1993 Ten Jennifer sat at her desk in Sanctuary, drawing with a black calligraphy pen. It was amazing how relaxing she found this trivial art, using not a drawing program but actual ink, on paper. She allowed herself twenty minutes twice a day to draw whatever she chose, whatever came into her mind. A means of focusing your attention? Sanctuary’s communications chief Caroline Renleigh had said, which merely showed how little Caroline understood her. Jennifer’s attention did not need focusing. The drawing was a refreshing break in relentless attention. Her office, at the cylindrical orbital’s arbitrarily designated “south” end, shared dome space with the Sanctuary Council chamber. To the “north,” farms and living domes and labs and parks made a pleasant, orderly vista that curved gently into the sky.
