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> They can't use Gabriel as a weapon! ...
"Gabriel's not controllable. When he had control of me, there was nothing I could do. He'll only destroy everything," I explain.
The husk, who is most likely the Premier, replies, "I am aware of this. He maintained his connection with you after all these years. We were waiting for the time where he would muster the strength to lash out. It appears there is still some work to do." I hate his indifferent attitude despite the horrible things I did because of Gabriel.
> Have you considered maybe NOT oppressing the feranthros so hard?...
"The feranthros. Why do you want to oppress them?"
He interrupts me, "They have oppressed US, our civilization, our way of life, for centuries."
I interrupt back, "We can't get away from our roots! This gap you're forcing is not working. People will still morph back, no matter how strongly you impose your laws, and it's just getting worse."
"We are doing the best we can," he says almost pridefully. "The distance we are creating is for the best interest of our society, once again. It is worth it to make an attempt, and our research is continuing. We will persevere, no matter how dire the times are."
> If proper symbiosis is impossible, it would have been better to create our own artificial island...
"Why couldn't we have at least created our own island? Now we're bickering over this hunk of land, and whatever we've had to deal with from each other from the past is catching up to us and causing pain and misery to newer generations."
"Most of this hunk of land is, in fact, artificial," he explains. "We do not have the resources to venture out and create an island from scratch."
"Even with all this technology we have our hands on? This is inexcusable!"
"This technology still needs to progress, and must be allocated to higher priority research, that of which you are seeing right now." He turns to face the large spherical object. "What you and that officer are doing right now is receding progress. It would have been better if you perished in the Middle." I feel a boiling fury at this statement.
"Well FUCK you for making me your little experiment, your weapon. You know, you and Gabriel should have died long ago! Gabriel is absolutely insane, and you look like you've lived way too long, too bitter to let go of your personal struggle, your outdated beliefs, your outdated viewpoints-"
At this, the Premier hovers over right in front of my face, staring at me with his bulging eyes. "I am history personified, Stan. I existed during the very genesis of our civilization! Sure, our founding fathers have passed and have left the onus on me to ensure the feranthros don't destroy what we have spent our every waking day trying to keep alive, but despite my age, I am still very willing to ensure this society does not crumble under the rule of those savages."
"You have to let go," I say, my breath hot and my fur bristling. "You are so afraid of letting someone else take the reigns. You keep talking about progress, but you are holding us all back with your stunted views, keeping us from growing, keeping this bloody war raging." The Premier hovers back a pace and chuckles after a brief pause. I add, "You have no worth here, old man. Just pass on. Look at you, all tied up to that horrible-looking thing. You don't even look like you're living a life anymore."
"However you define 'living a life' does not concern me. I was given a mission from my peers, my life-long friends, and I created a vow...to get rid of the feranthro menace, and to give peace of mind to our people, at long last."
"Then why has it taken you so long?"
"I needed to be subtle, and the research put into Gabriel took many years to initialize. You have probably seen your fair share of sympathizers. That is another concern. People in our own society want rights to be given to the savages. Can you imagine having those destructive, unpredictable beasts within our ranks?"
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