<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FFBF00">Ernest Glen Stevens</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FFBF00">Professor Stevens</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/0b949cc1-f3e3-4b2b-9453-c391a496997f_zps8c4edb79.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/>When the strange hunter had approached Ernest, he wasn't sure to make of it. However, the man seemed intent on a conversation and the professor wasn't really going to shy away from an opportunity to learn more about the strange place they were.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00">"Shitty is a way to describe it..."</span>Ernest replied slowly.<span style="color: #FFBF00">"Where we come from, civilians are allowed to purchase spots on transportation units from the military in order to go to destinations more quickly. Civilian travel is slow and crowded. The military travel, however, is far more efficient,"</span>he explained,<span style="color: #FFBF00">"...as for luck...I suppose I should feel pretty unlucky."</span>Was he unlucky? He only thought he was unlucky in the possibility that he might not make it back home to his children--otherwise he found that he was rather excited about being in Getalia. He would be able to learn about an entire new civilization and how they developed. If he could manage that and bring that back to his home...? Well, his record would have to be wiped clean!<br/><br/>Gleywine grinned and Ernest found himself a bit unnerved by it,<span style="color: #80BF00"><span style="font-style: italic"> “See, I thought I was unlucky too some hours ago. But now I am not so sure about it anymore. You folks may be exactly what Getalia needed to become a better place to live. I understood that your place must be different than Getalia, not only the nature, but the people too. You have probably thousand of questions and I will try to answer them as good as I can, if it helps you to understand us better. But I would like to learn something about your place and your people too. If you don’t mind, I would like to ask a personal question.”</span></span>The professor gave a hesitant nod, unsure if he really wanted to answer.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">“They call you the Professor, but excuse my question, what is a Professor? What are you doing for your living?” </span>Ernest blinked, well that certainly wasn't what he was expecting--although he wasn't quite sure what he had been expecting. He cleared his throat, coughing into his hand for a moment,<span style="color: #FFBF00"> "Uh, yes, yes they do call me that. A professor is an educator. I teach philosophy and dabble in anthropology."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00">"Tell me, how did it come to be that women were more valued than men in your society? I find that very interesting, as my society it was the opposite. Well, not so much the opposite, but rather men had more power than women. That's all changed now--women and men are equal in everything, at least socially and legally. Has it always been that way for you?"</span>It was the biggest question Ernest had. He knew that there were some societies in the world that valued women more because they produced children, but if most of reproduction was done artificially--then what?