"Yeah, the thing is, life is pretty good. No one starves, there are no wars—maybe the occasional inter-city skirmish over fishing territory, but that’s about it. Medical knowledge is good, and sanitation is well understood, so mortality is low. The truly huge predators that used to eat Quinlans are kept very low in numbers. Most people die from incurable illnesses, old age, fights, or other misadventures. It would be hard to come up with a good argument that would convince the average Quinlan to get worked up about the situation." Hugh looked like he was about to say more, then cut himself off.