You don't understand the concept of peace. Competition is inevitable, and We did not climb out of the presumed swamps of Our world by not devouring and destroying everything not of Us or Them. The enemy of Our enemy is Our enemy's enemy.
All the same, slaves do sound appealing. You consider the formulas of the Tech Drone Humans, and calibrate the Synthetic Synthesizer to produce Four Units of Heated Synthetic Human Food immediately You dump several corpses into the machine as well. We can stand the delay in Food production. Upon finishing this, a Soldier follows the L1 Digging Drone and Diggers to supervise the Humans as several pits are dug, lined with Glass, and filled with Pure Water. More drones expand the cavern around the Humans as You personally deliver the Units of Food. You once again bring a slightly adapted Monitor and create picture of Humans eating the food.
Most seem hesitant, but after the White-Haired Tech Drone eats several bites and doesn't die, the remaining Humans form a line, herded by the Soldiers and Captain. Interestingly enough, she places herself last in line, behind everyone else. You slice off an equal portion for each Human plus one additional, and offer both pieces to the Queen. It is her will that must bend to Yours, and tending to Her needs as though it were a lesser species of value for amusement, labor, and companionship. She refuses the extra unit of food, and You simply leave it on the floor where she left it. One of the Weak Humans takes it and eats it greedily.
5/8ths of the day remain as the Humans eat and drink. Most are making faces and eating very slowly, but the Weak humans tore through theirs. The White-Haired Tech Drone points at his tongue and makes a symbol that corresponds to -5, and then points at his stomach and makes the Human symbol used for an unknown number. You Whisper to the Listening Human that he is to act as a translator with the Human Tech Drone. The two make more mouth-noises to each other, and the Tech Drone becomes excited, waving his arms around and making loud mouth-noises.
The NavDrones check the human networks. We remain undetected as of now, but are unable to access Pirate channels. The Tech Drone takes all non-prioritized Drones and begins to strip the Landship of parts.
With nothing further to do, You work on the plant automation system. You feel the Flowers once again radiating content, and it occurs to You that seeds should be planted. Regardless, the projected system is fully designed, and You supervise the drones in production of further parts.
Night falls. The Synthesizer has its production delayed for a while, but We will get our food later tonight.
[Assume the Inventory has been updated. I'm being lazy right now.
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