"Trrraknorr isss ssomething they have contrrrol overrr. And they'rrre
prrrobably in denial. In theirrr place, what would you do? Think about
a trrraitorr jussst down the hall, orrr the fact that you and all yourrr
kin werrre dessigned and manufacturrred asss ssslavess?" asked
Tr'Lawsh.
Daphne nodded. She could see Tr'Lawsh's point. "You are probably right," replied the human. "What do you think might be the best way to work this so we can get some more information about them and their masters?"
"Well, thisss isss jussst an idea, but perrrhaps we ssshould let them think about it forrr a little while. Parrranoia isss a powerrrful thing. Given time, the ones who ssssupporrrt Trrraknorr mayl starrrt to second-guessss themssselvess. Let that feeling sssprrread. Then, take one of the otherrrs, one morrre ssseassoned, one they would consssiderr rrreliable, and give him sssome falssse inforrrmation. Forrr inssstancce, sssay Trrraknorr hasss told usss that he had orrrderrss that came down frrrom theirrr masssterrrss that sssaid thesse rrraids werre sssimply a tool to 'cull the herd,' and inssstrrructed him to weed out the weaklingsss to enhancce the genetic pool." It was just a suggestion, and she would take no offense if Daphne or anyone else in the room had a better one. They were all winging it, as these beings were still an unknown.
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