"ZNIDD SUDDABIT!"
So the Ulleran challenge begins, with the rantings of a prophet and a
seemingly incidental street riot. Only when a dose of poison lands in
the governor-general's whiskey does it become clear that the "geeks"
have had it up to their double-lidded eyeballs with the imperialist
Terran Federation's Chartered Uller Company. Then, overnight, war is
everywhere.
How it will end is in the (merely) two Terran hands of the new
governor-general, a man shrewd enough to know that "it is easier to
banish a habit of thought than a piece of knowledge." The problem is,
the particular piece of knowledge he needs hasn't been used in 450
years....
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