Oh the history of reproductive engineering. A long and sordid history of producing enough
Sectoids to fill out the understaffed Gabronian empire after terraforming efforts became balanced.
A messy and mutation inducing process until the invention of the limited gamete swarm.
You sectoids are not so much clones of each other as brothers and sisters, being randomly generated from
six available gametes. Just the process of watching the zygotes develop in their tanks into your peers
fills you with excitement. This job is beautiful and wonderful.
Except for the mutants.
Fortunately, a system has been put in place to isolate disruptive mutants. If a mutant elicits
an uncanny response, they must be reported. Uncanny embryos can be flushed, and uncanny
Sectoids are sent off to a nice little island where they can't scare people anymore.
You are the forefront in this system, and have performed this job of flushing and reporting
dozens of times over the course of your position. You dutifully uphold this axiom with pride.
Oh, what's that? Your vizu-pad is beeping. Someone wants to chat with you. You tend to
introduce yourself to the sectoids you decant in order to better help them adjust to autonomy.
It gives you a sense of paternity whenever one of your younglings contacts you for bodily instructions.
You think you know who this one is.
Aha, It's ZA-02134.
You decanted her nearly a year ago but she's kept in touch the whole time.
She's been training to be a ventilation technician and she has some problem with bright lights.
She's a shy one and communicates only by text messages. It seems like this time she's gotten
over her shyness and wants to communicate via the vizu-chat client.
You most assuredly oblige.
ZA-02324 greets you happiliiaaaaAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALBINISM!!!
Now what?
You totally got me there bro, I wrote in a paragraph about TQ-03 into the recap, now nobody can accuse me of not being thorough (except everybody)