"Both, maybe...Do you see the cable system? The mausoleum has an information line, the only one in the village. Whoever lives there holds all links to the outside world." Lindsay thought suddenly of the domed stronghold of the Nephrine Black Medicals in the circumlunar Zaibatsu. He hadn’t thought of it for years, but he remembered the psychic atmosphere within it, the sense of paranoid isolation, of fanaticism slowly drifting past the limits through lack of variety. A world gone stale. "Stability," he said. "The Terrans wanted stability, that’s why they set up the Interdict. They didn’t want technology to break them into pieces, as it’s done to us. They blamed technology for the disasters. The war plagues, the carbon dioxide that melted the ice caps...They can’t forget their dead."