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.
"Well, hopefully I am not responsible for a horrendous population explosion."
"I don't know! But it'd be frustrating if they were yours and you couldn't even give them new instructions because they didn't recognize you."
"I don't really have a good excuse to park on a creche roof for a week waiting for one..."
"We could stall them a bit by being too busy to grab a kid but you'd have to notice them while they were still a ways out, yeah." Frown.
"I could pet a falcon, get advance warning. If this is that important. You could also ask her husband."
"It would rather obviate my next extended trip, but we're not at the point of needing to do anything with the storks. Should I ask her husband?"
"Well, you might have more insight into the kind of person you'd marry. ...'did Aly do the storks' comes across a little threatening if he's keeping it quiet for the political reasons."
"And if I do see a stork coming from a long way off I'll nip in to the creche but it might come to any of the town creches."
"I don't remember anything about this guy. Like, I assume he would have to be great for me to marry him, but that's just a fact, not a feeling, I don't..." He shrugs elaborately.
"A bit. But if he's bi I suppose he could... complain about me cheating on him... which would be, I guess not exactly admirable but not something I think I'd have bothered selecting against?"
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