Your lineage offends me. Her blunt response took him aback. As the son of Agamemnon, Vor had been given freedom to read his father's memoirs and learn of all the glorious Titan conquests. He had been fortunate to experience many things in his travels, to see many interesting places. Being the son of a Titan had always seemed an advantage to him -- until now.  
Poritrin is a peaceful world, where I can let my mind wander and think of things that might save the human race. Holtzman smiled proudly at her. I'm expecting that of you, too.
 
I will do my best, Savant Holtzman.
 
What more could any person ask?
 
The skies of Poritrin held a gauze of clouds painted citrus yellow with afternoon sunlight. The barge drifted above the multifingered streamlets that wrapped around shifting islands and sandbars. Traditional boats rode the current of the broad river, loaded with grains and cargo for distribution in the port city and export offworld. Fertile Poritrin fed many less-fortunate planets, in return for which they received raw materials, equipment, manufactured goods, and human slaves to add to their labor force?