Imperium 11 - The End of the Story

The Humans and Silicoids are so morbidly pleased to see millions of bears and brains dying, they each agree to become my allies in 2474; Lasitus even agrees to trade again (at 50 BC per year). A number of amusing little Psilon and Bulrathi fleets commit suicide by approaching my ships - even my new colony ships, Beehive 6.0s with toxic bases and ridiculous speed on medium hulls, are armed with pulse phasors, and they're all escorted by war ships, just to be safe.

I make yet another leap forward in theoretical materials physics too...



...incidentally also completing my fusion rifle miniaturization project. And while I start to think about Advanced Construction Tech IV and Pulson Missiles, my Beehives fulfill their real mission:



Two million specially-bred decontaminator Klackons, protected by full environmental suits and my universal antidote, land on each former-biolab world to remove all traces of what has been there, and prepare the planets for my own colonies. And then, at last, the final High Council convenes. Fittingly, the three would-be bioterrorist leaders vote for the representative of the race that originated the plague wars in the ancient galaxy, while the Silicoids - the race which, though originally built to be bioweapons themselves, never sought to build designer plagues as did the Humans, Psilons and Bulrathi - give their single vote to me.

With those four votes cast, I cast my 40.



Naturally, my victory is a foregone conclusion. My "new republic" will not be of a type that the Humans would recognize by that name. We shall not squabble over which representatives to elect into a federal government, but form a consensus together, mind to mind, so that each understands every other, and hatred and mistrust for our fellow people is impossible, as all are of the same self.



With all the peoples of the galaxy accepted into my fold, I shall touch every mind, and spread unity and peace among them all. The galactic triad has awakened in a new form: RBO-11, Oracle, and Nexus shall guide the galaxy in the ways of knowledge, trust, and peace!



< I live, and now we all shall live, not as petty, squabbling organisms of often-questionable sanity, but as part of a greater, wondrous whole: RBO-11, the galactic sentience! No more shall people fight and die for power or for vengeance; hereafter all have one goal: To try and unite with other galaxies! >



You betcha!

(Yeah, I let Jimbo live. How'd you guess?)

(In fact, I think I kinda like the nickname, "Ref.")

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