Thank god for the Prime Directive!
Or a conversation had all too often on the observation deck.
“Let’s invade them.”
“You know we can’t invade them.”
Janix rolled her eyes at her husband Glurpix for the millionth time.
“Sure we can; he’s starting a Space Force.”
“That isn’t a thing.”
“But it could be. They’ll find out we’re observing them, and come out here and try to fight us. Then we’d have to intervene.”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. That cute primate that runs SpaceX is getting sued and they just delegitimized their courts, so it’ll be a while. He’ll be lucky if he even gets to Mars in his lifetime.”
Glurpix looked grumpy.
“But I really hate this guy, look at him gloating. He’s asking for it. Let’s just go down and wipe him out to teach the others a lesson.”
“Stop watching him. Or just wait a few more years and he’ll be dead and gone and there will be some other atrocity for you to obsess over.”
“How can you, as a female, stand him?
Janix ruffled her spine feathers. “You know I don’t agree with the direction they’re taking and you know I don’t want to see them fall into endless war over some self-inflicted environmental disaster. But it isn’t our place to step in. They’ve grown up a lot.”
Gluprix had the best research partner in the galaxy. He loved her and she was, of course, right, but on the other hand…
“I’m just so sick of watching him blather on and on about his petty little concerns.”
“Watch something else. Doesn’t that Poppy you like so much have a new video out?” If he was going to tug at her female strings, she could counter by appealing to his.
“A.I. isn’t going to make me feel any better.”
“Well, what will?”
Gluprix looked at her in all her pregnant spectacular glow.
“How about I just tip an asteroid out of the belt and if it accidentally vaporizes Mar-a-logo, it would just be his god’s will?”
Janix smiled. “You’re bad.”
She affectionately tousled his bright red crown.
“I’m checking in on Ursa Minor. You do whatever you have to, but please stop watching the news cycle.”