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Let's all hold hands and sing Kumbaya

Who: Everybody! It's a planet mingle!
Broadcast: If You want!
Action: On the Holding Hands plant!
When: From June 23 until whenever we need a new mingle.

[At long last, the fleet has arrived to a new planet. This means it's time for a mingle guys! Get in! ]

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[The Stalker considers this for a moment, watching the lava and thinking.]

They were powerful once. But their pride undid them. In the end, they were desperate. Pathetic.

[Something he never understood until he came here.]

They relief on deformed children to save them. Perhaps they deserved their end after all.

Perhaps. But an end to anything is always a terrible fate. There are no second chances, no more hopes. It simply . . . ends.

[ He smiles, standing up away from the lava. ] I always find that to be a sad story.

You prefer stories with a different end? We seldom find those in my world.

No, I simply prefer stories with no end. That leave the conclusions open to interpretation.

When alien races promise genocide, how can there not be an ending?

When alien races promise to do so, how can people not rise up against them?

An ending for the Sentients would have been an ending nonetheless.

Most likely. Though sentience is not something that can simply end, no matter what powers wish it so. It simply isn't feasible.

Can it begin?

Cephalon Simaris believed that humanity created the Sentients. In a way, they could have manufactured their own end.

A part of humanity. I doubt all of humanity consented to such a thing.

Would all of any race ever unanimously consent to anything?

[This is why he's always been better off alone.]

[ He laughs, amused. ]

Unlikely. But that is the beauty of any race. Freedom of choice is a lovely thing.

It's not something I am accustomed to.

Perhaps you should try it while you can.

How can I? The Atroma controls us.

Oh? Are they controlling you right now?

They brought us here. They govern the fleet and control our every movement.

True. But are you controlled at this very moment?

Or does fear control you?

Why would fear control me?

You did mention the Atroma and control. Hence why I asked.

The Atroma does not inspire fear. It inspires stagnancy, threatening us with the inability to act.

Which returns me to my original point. Are you threatened?

By restraint and impotence? Of course. It is a danger to us all.

[ Continued here ]

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