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Cultural Trade: The Assimilation Of Myth
Dr. David Walsh Starfleet Anthropological Society "No starship may interfere with the normal development of any alien life or society."
- Starfleet General Order 1
We all know these words. They have guided the explorers of the United Federation of Planets from James Kirk in the wild west days of our expansion to Kathryn Janeway on her sojourn through the Delta quadrant. They are as inviolable as any law laid down by any sentient throughout the span of time. Avoid cultural contamination to developing species, lest they slide into the niche of Sigma Iotia; defining themselves around another worlds history or mythology. But what happens after first contact? Is a race truly prepared to stave off 'cultural contamination' simply by virtue of breaking the warp barrier? The career of Johnathan Archer seems to suggest that the United Earth Starfleet was subject to influence by the ideas of their Vulcan patrons long before the Federation was even a dream. What if it had not been the T'plana Hath that detected Zephram Cochrane's famous test flight, but a Romulan scouting ship? Would we be subjects of the Galactic Terran Empire rather than citizens of the Federation? Would first contact with an argumentative Tellarite merchant have proven discouraging enough to make Earth abandon it's exploration of deep space? And most importantly, why do we think cultural contamination ends when space flight begins? Trading outposts like Sh'Vara station serve as prime examples of how cultures clash, blend, and contaminate each other even in this day and age. The sprawling complex houses countless individuals representing the full range of diversity in the Beta quadrant. Andorian freighter crews, Human merchants, Ferengi financiers, and Romulan refugees all cohabitate in the relative peace afforded by one of the oldest trading outposts still in service. Klingon opera battles Trill jazz for the attention of visitors to the lush foliage of the stations central arboretum, spanning the breadth of the primary concourse. Children frolick in the stone laid streets, and anyone daring enough to forgo a universal |
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translator will hear languages weaving together with thoughtless ease as their speakers stitch together words and phrases from a dozen different worlds. My guide to the station was Kephis, a Trill who spoke Federation standard with an Andorian flare. "Blame Shev," he said when I brought it up. I never learned just who this 'Shev' was, but I must have met half of the stations population through Kephis. From the mechanics in the stations darkened maintenance ways to the Eridanus Transport liaison in his penthouse office, Kephis introduces everyone with a jovial familiarity, usually with a snippet that flustered my new acquaintance. Kephis embodied life on the station perfectly, shifting from one dialect, one persona, to another with an unconscious ease as we maneuvered the social strata of Sh'Vara. However, as we neared my true goal my guide took a turn for the somber. By the time we reached the chapel the Trill was practically subdued. Just stepping inside the ersatz church was enough to make my head spin. I was immediately greeted by the figure of an Andorian Zeus standing atop one of the slain Klingon gods. This was the Nexus of my thesis, the place where the pure thought of myth wrestled with the notions of countless other cultures separated by inconceivable distances. Here, the figure of Bast stood at the gate of the Grand Treasury. A robed Betazoid cast in gold held the sacred rings above her head while two Bolian pilgrims paid their respects to Bacchus. I saw the faiths of untold worlds distilled to their purest roots and recast in the trappings of a greater interstellar zeitgeist. The spectre of cultural contamination, so reviled in pre-warp cultures, was nowhere to be found in this chapel to the glory of cultural convergence. Whether we vilify the distillation of the facets of culture that make us unique or celebrate those truths that span the cosmos and the parables that guide us all, know that even at warp speed no culture can outrun thought.
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