I kept a backup file of my schoolwork in the suit’s computer, so at least I had plenty of math problems to keep me busy. And James read history from the ship’s library—he liked social studies almost as much as I liked math. Dad had never had much use for “timewaster” classes like psychology and history; he told me once that it was a good thing that milord had chosen ship’s engineering as his career, because he’d never taken enough humanities even to earn the lowest-level literacy certification. Finally James out-and-out made me read a textbook entitled “Humanity’s Heritage—The English-Speaking Peoples”. It was one of a series and, well… it explained all sorts of stuff I’d never even thought to wonder about, like where my culture’s sense of right and wrong came from and why too much democracy always fails in the end. It also discussed the history and economics of slavery in British-derived cultures, though not nearly in as much depth as I’d have liked. And, it sorta just stopped dealing with the subject at all once we anthro-slaves arrived on the scene.
