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…