Okay, you're sorry, you don't want to be a master. It's not your business.
You don't want to rule or conquer anyone. You'd like to help anyone if possible.
Grey...lighter grey, we all want to help each other, Gabronians are like that.
You all want to live by each other’s happiness, not by each other’s misery.
You don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this galaxy there is room
for everyone and the cosmos is rich and can provide for everyone.
"Tell the aliens that"
The way of life can be free and beautiful. But you've lost the way.
Greed has poisoned your souls – has barricaded the world with hate; has goose-stepped you into misery and bloodshed.
You have developed speed but you have shut yourselves in: machinery that gives abundance
has left us in want. Your knowledge has made you cynical, your cleverness hard and unkind.
You think too much and feel too little: More than machinery you need...uh...gabronianity; More than
cleverness you need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.
"Is this guy joking? machines are how we reproduce"
"Has he not been here for the last 200 years of peace and harmony?"
"Maybe he means like in the Grey Tide"
"I was thinking that but don't they mostly fight dangerous aliens that don't feel kindness or
gentleness towards us?"
"I've heard that there's still a lot of strife amongst the Sectoids of the Grey Tide"
"I've only been on this ship for a few MCPs but even I know that Gamma Magenta is working
to overthrow the Grey Tide mandate and bring everyone back in to the nuclear worlds."
"You too? Well, I heard that the leader of the empire mandated that order."
"Yeah, I'm TQ-19408605. I think that Magenta had a way to get around that though."
Is anyone paying attention to you anymore?
"Ha Ha real funny,
I'm TQ-19408605"
"Yeah, I get it. I'm in the brain-scanner at the infirmary and a doctor is having
a laugh at my expense."
"If that's true then that was a really meta thing to say"
This is getting ridiculous. You're thinking of going with TQ-01's idea
of leaving at maximum speed, perhaps on robo-legs.
"You're really into self referential humor aren't you medical Sectoid?"
"Yeah, it's not getting any funnier"
"Knock it off"
You flee upon TQ-01's robotic legs at the speed of slightly faster than walking.
You won't have to deal with them when they realize that they're all the same person.
TQ-01 wants to know if there's anything important he should know about the ship
that you've seen.