Intergalactic Summit

Oh, you are lovable, darling. You are also the poster boy for 'dense.'

Evi, sweetie, darling! You look ravishing in that little crimson chemise - and you always know just what to say!

Utopia suits you.

Oh, Utopia! We are peas in a pod, my dear.

Yes, yours is a pursuit of cybernetics and mine is a pursuit of round little lycanthropic bottoms. But what is a werewolf if not an organic cyborg, I mean, really?

I've been thinking, because I a Thinker, about introducing bio-organic cybernetic agents, of a small size, into the upper atmospheres of planets with large Sebbie populations. I've been working on an oil aerosol in which to house the bio-organic cybernetic agents, of a small size, but the thermodynamics are all wrong. Although they do turn into precious little snowflakes, each one different, they either never precipitate into, you know, water supplies at all - or, the crystallization damages the payload.

I was wondering if, perchance, you know, Nation has experimented with similar delivery mechanisms?

Hypothetically speaking, of course!

Not nearly as disturbing as wherever she has planned afterwords, I'm sure.

Oh! Now that is interesting!

I'm looking forward to hearing more once those patents are filed.

You planning to pay a visit to the club, Mr Nauply?

Yes, it is dangerous to fiddle with the formulation of Life, and I may experience a violent demise for science.

At the moment, however, there are only three complete lycanthropic Sebbies. The process of transformation is still extremely resource intensive (far from just a little nip or scratch), and the creatures require constant medical attention (given the difficulties of balancing coordination, muscular development, and skeletal integrity in a teenager with a vertical leap of thirty feet).

As a result, the threat can be easily contained in my ruined monastery.

I do hope the Theology Council doesn't order it sacked by peasants with pitchforks and torches again... You know, three times in ten thousand years is enough, darlings! Although the ivy in that spot there has gotten a bit out of control and may need a good burning.

Where was I?

Right, yes, furthermore, Sebbies were chosen as the initial arguably human race for a number of reasons: God has placed a mark of destruction upon them; and, they are dizzy creatures easily distracted by bright objects or their own faces in a mirror, and consequently are primarily a threat to the furniture.... off! Off!

Who is good boy!? That's right! You are!

That said, I concede I had not anticipated the development of a dense information flow between Sebbies and the lycanthropic base. Slaver hounds are not so easily distracted. In fact, they have been bred specifically not to be distracted... and it is probably important to ensure that they are not given too many opportunities to instruct Sebbies on all the potential uses of their opposable thumbs.

What are you talking about back there? Mmmmm-hmmmm.

However, as long as slaver hounds are not drop-shipped onto any planets which may, hypothetically speaking, experience a successful introduction of the prototype bio-organic cybernetic spore, of a small size - well, there shouldn't be any problems with the emergence of a new apex predator.

Who is a good boy!? That's right! You are!

Alternatively hypothetically speaking, if a new apex predator were to emerge in, oh... the Republic, well, you know, it wouldn't be all bad. By the time the lycanthropic Sebiestor bunny boys had gnawed, eaten, or piddled on everything in sight, the rest of the Cluster would have evolved into apex predators themselves - with the kinks worked out.

Equals Utopia!

A lycanthrope is a mythical being with the ability to shapeshift from a human into an animal.

Of course, it could be said that some are animals to start with.

Indeed, darling! It is as if the Sebbies were designed as test subjects for a properly inspired intellect to turn into the prototype of future human evolution!

Who is a good boy!? Yes! You are!

Now, as I explained in my description of ancient Matar, the Matari were citizens of the Antediluvian Civilization who had made poor life decisions. Criminals, if you will. They were treated with genetic markers that expressed new physical characteristics (in response to a chemical stimulant) based on the crime of the prisoner - passed down to all of his or her little criminal descendants (let's face it, mostly his). We Amarr understand these things.

By leveraging this capacity to express new physical characteristics, I am both furthering the rehabilitation of reprobates (as envisioned by the ancients of so long ago) and advancing the future of Mankind.

Such is the Beauty of God!

Lady Noh, as I seem to recall that you are among those who find the Sebiestor physically attractive, are you not...um...destroying your own...um...favored eye candy by giving them fur, tails, fleas, "Doggy Style" fornication habits, and so on?