Let's all hold hands and sing Kumbaya

[notzubats]

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! ]

Comments

[precedented]

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

[c0nsequences]

Can it begin?

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

[precedented]

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

[c0nsequences]

Would all of any race ever unanimously consent to anything?

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

[precedented]

[ He laughs, amused. ]

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

[c0nsequences]

It's not something I am accustomed to.

[precedented]

Perhaps you should try it while you can.

[c0nsequences]

How can I? The Atroma controls us.

[precedented]

Oh? Are they controlling you right now?

[c0nsequences]

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

[precedented]

True. But are you controlled at this very moment?

Or does fear control you?

[c0nsequences]

Why would fear control me?

[precedented]

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

[c0nsequences]

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

[precedented]

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

[c0nsequences]

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

[precedented]

[ Continued here ]