Nam Dnik  (English, Paperback, Conrad Birch)

We feed our slaves, we house our slaves, we provide for them, we employ managers to manage them. We teach them how to work fields, and then they die on us, and the difficult ones we hunt and then use the whip to teach them not to think of freedom. Why Peter? Why is this? It was once cheap labour. Now – it’s the cost! Slaves had become expensive. And with this do good uprising of my Mothers - No, let them all be free - whatever it means to be free.’ The heat of the roaring fire made Nam Dnik sleepy. He rested his head on the jutting out side head rest of the chair. He was comfortable. The footman added a few more logs to the fire, the orange flames leaping about the only light in the room. Penny filled both men’s glasses. Nam Dnik was satisfied he had seen the future and could keep his mother happy, and at the same time resolved the labour issues at his plantations. Even so he was sure once the problematic labour was solved it was time to sell all his plantations. The organisers of the humans were moving people on a new path. ‘Yes free the slaves and replace them with paid labour.