In The Future Humans People Will Be One Race: Averted. It is perhaps possible (as the original trope points out) for this to happen naturally over a long enough time scale, but even the possible candidates for sticking around long enough for that timescale have generally taken to inventing about
“If you want to learn how to make worlds, come to the University of Talentar. Our rusty world and its youthful wine-dark – and wine-colored, red as a fine Vintiver port – seas have been the test-bed for every ecopoetic technique in the manual. Since first Copperfall, we’ve changed the face
The Internet Is For Porn: No, no, no. The Empire’s cultural values see to that. The Internet is for really awfully high-class erotic literature, watchvids, InVids, slinkies, and other media. Now, the galactic extranet, a lot of that is for porn. Or at least you think it’s porn
Internal Affairs: Threefold, actually, in the form of the Threefold Auditors of Impropriety, three departments only united at the level of the Stellar Council which audit the entire Imperial Service, including both the Watch Constabulary and the Imperial Military Service. In addition to the different institutional perspectives deliberately maintained by
Intergenerational Friendship: Ubiquitous in Imperial society, given both how very long lifespan is compared to generation (any given generation is a small demographic segment indeed, and therefore… and besides, after the first century or so, does it really matter?). And also the low birthrate mentioned under Immortal Procreation Clause meaning
It is a truism of celestial warfare that among the most valuable targets to seize in the course of a major planetary assault operation is the primary planetary starport or local starports close to the  intended target(s) of the operation. Starports, for all the obvious reasons, make perfect orbitheads,
Intelligent Gerbil: I’m working really hard to avert this one, except – quite – in the case of the uplifts (in whose case, retaining the mental characteristics of its animal ancestors that are compatible with sophoncy and civilization is half the point; in a world in which data is trivially shared,
Insufficiently Advanced Alien: Well, we tell them and we tell them that just buying the tech without understanding the science and engineering Will Not Work Out Well, and, in fact, will probably leave them in a Bad Place, given a while – and, well, some species and polities do it anyway.
“Charges in place? Conduits sealed? Okay, go ahead and open it up.” The heavy wrench descending, clangingly, on the sealed emergency hatch once, twice, three times before the seal broke, a wave of fouled air rushing out past the linobir enforcer and hsis men. Beyond, the milling crowd, faces pale
Institutional Apparel: Averted. Pre-conviction, while the Empire will confine the accused, they don’t own the accused, who may, after all, be innocent as the day is long. So they get to keep their own clothing and other perquisites until the trial is done. (Post-conviction, since the Imperials don’t
Instant Sedation: It’s not the drug that makes it near-instant; it’s the active nanoencapsulation-and-transport that gets it where it needs to go to have effect.
Instant Emergency Response: As a side effect of the AI monitors on the raw feed mentioned under Big Brother Is Watching, which both make sure response is dispatched to observed crimes and accidents as they happen, and which are happy to use predictive algorithms to make sure that it’s