An innocent robotics researcher's lab has been demolished, the roboticist is dead, the lab assistants range from dead to traumatized, and a pocket everything on one of the rioters shows a recent text exchange - innocent, but anything could be code.
The greys arrest the other party to the conversation.
"No, most people have the kinds of dreams I did when I was a kid, vague mishmash of weird content and arbitrary emotional overlay."
Aitim buys his boyfriend tiny presents. Aitim takes his boyfriend to musical performances. Aitim acquires himself geopolitics books and reads them to kids at work.
Kids at work are mostly bored by geopolitics.
What a shame. He will read to the babies who are too small to object and will be entertained if he makes funny faces.
Babies are entertained by funny faces!
There are oceangoing ships and trade and foreign countries. They have storks overseas too.
Eventually he tries to talk to a stork, even though of course other people have already done that and he doesn't really have an angle on it. "Can you go to your creator?"
The stork puts the baby down and flies away. They always do that.
And people've tried following them. He asks Kib about this while they're playing a local board game. "What can we learn from the material, is it regional? Or the language their instructions are written in?"
"It's written in the common, which means they're from around here, but we knew that anyway since they didn't spread out before they started working. The materials aren't hard to come by."
He bites his lip. "The rate they're showing up, is it consistent with one person doing it?"
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