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[Voice]

[He's in Zero and bored and hates everyone.]

I can't believe none of you are intelligent enough to realize it was not a bomb.

In case any of you are specially slow learners, let me be quite clear: it was not a bomb.

Destro was exceptionally mistaken. It wasn't a neutron bomb that killed you. It wasn't a neutron bomb that attacked your systems and rotted your flesh and emptied your bodies of moisture.

One grows tired of hearing such falsities repeated so damned frequently.

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There was a time when my work was vital for the continued survival of my people... Without it, there was no future.

There were those who were incapable of comprehending the necessity of this. No matter how clearly I put my case, the refused to allow what was necessary to avoid the otherwise inevitable extermination of our race.

Where once there was rule with a rod of iron, such strength had degenerated to that of mewling infants, marred by the unwillingness of ethical sensitivities.

By their continued refusal, there was but one course of action left to me. One not too dissimilar from your own... Albeit, more specific.

That sounds familiar.

I do not doubt it...

I used the pulse first to kill the ruling council on Romulus during my coup.

How did you save your people?

I have sensed within your written words a similar motivation... A calling of destiny, as it were. Politicians have their place, as do all lower organisms. Their authority, however, should be restricted to administrative affairs. Too often to they wield power they have neither earned nor fully appreciate the significance of.

The Kaled race... Evolved. Quite literally. There was no avoiding it. Genetic mutation can be a particularly unpleasant experience.

I, however, was at least able to channel it in a more beneficial direction.

That is true. They didn't appreciate it well enough at all.

What direction?

The future, my friend... The future. The supreme form of life.

A future which, some day, may be able to be recreated here, aboard this ship.

You've chosen a terrible place to forge the future.

It was no more my choice than it was yours.

I have no intentions of bringing my Reman brothers here.

I was writing more of your incarceration.

I'm aware. Do you truly intend to recreate your brethren here, aboard this ship?

Success must take failure's place.

And once you've ensconced them in a prison, what then?

Take control.

And?

What would you do with a vessel of such capabilities?

Unless its capabilities can be utilized off the ship, it wouldn't serve its purpose long. I wouldn't want to make a home here.

Then you have yet to appreciate its value.

It's a prison.

It remains a transdimensional vessel, regardless of what lays within.

It has its uses, but it is not a home. My people have been confined before, I would not do it to them again.

Nevertheless, it has a number of useful attributes which, once fully defined, can be applied to... Other such locations.

That much I agree with. But one would have to find the Admiral, first.

The opportunity does arise, every now and then...

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