I figured it out, Johnny, part of it at least, she penned to paper. After his last conversation with her, she had the feeling she’d need to leave some physical remnants of their plans, together, for their child. They’ll create a slave creationist class, to breed from and pull genes and fun sex toys, and they’ll use anyone that looks nice enough and is either acquiescent or stupid. But they’ll assimilate them, generationally, using in vitro fertilization, and genetic modification during the child’s life as vaccine and health inserts. But they’ll have another class, the Upper Caste, where wealth, power, and technology is kept. And they’ll print their own bodies, generationally, and pass their own wealth in to future versiosn of themselves. And they will - you were right, have children with anything that moves, to mask their genes, make them appear like US, gentry level, you know? But those generations of children are just moving piggy banks for them - moving wealth and ideas and poverty in cycles, away from them, toward US - so, what we need, Johnny, is more like US. A Constitutional Class. One’s that won’t abort their mission, or children, no matter what.
Love,
Sal and the Netizen