As a humanist leech, I sometimes feel left out of certain SF authors’ visions of the future. In Starship Troopers, disciplines like philosophy are entirely ceded to the sciences—viz. the constant references to “mathematically verifiable moral truths.” And this is to say nothing of the uses of mimetic representation—a curious absence, given that such visions of the future are made via a sort of mimetic representation. We talked in class about whether there was art on Gethen in The Left Hand of Darkness. In Lilith’s Brood, Butler explicitly states that there isn’t art among the Resisters.