"But even in a democracy only the blues are politicians?"

"That's correct. Of course, oranges teach young blues, greens do political science, and yellows do a lot of government work at all but the highest levels."

"Being conquered must have been difficult. We had some trouble ourselves recently, with the coup. Can you talk about that?"

Solemnly: "It was a very difficult time, and in fact it was over population controls. The Empire saw itself as mandated to conquer any country that wasn't implementing controls to its satisfaction, and considered two-per too lax. Voa declined to surrender and was violently conquered. We lost a lot of greys, and almost half of our blues were executed in the aftermath, and many Voans have their own stories of how the sudden shift in population control affected their family."

"That's horrifying," the interviewer says.

That did not show up in their briefings!

"We're very glad that it's over now. A survivor from the original Five Lines that once governed Voa was recently elected Governor."

Fred feels like he probably should have noticed this!

"That's Governor Avalor, with whom Fred was working?"

"That's right. She's extremely popular in Voa."

"I hope she'll be equally popular here! --That concludes our questions, but we have a very special guest."

"A special guest?" blinks the yellow.

"My former Handmaid's two-year-old son wanted to meet the aliens. Come on out!"

The two-year-old is in fact two, and held by a starstruck woman who's barely twenty. 

"- awwww!" squeaks the yellow, immediately bending to be eye level at the two year old. "Awwww hi smallness! Hi what's your name?"

"Samson," he says shyly.

"Hi Samson!" She boops his nose. "You're so cute! Did you know? Do people tell you every day you're so cute?"

"No," Samson says, in the tone of a person who is very ill-done-by.

"Oh no! They'd better start! So cute so cute so cute!" coos the yellow. "Can I pick you up?"

"YES!!!!" Samson says. "DO YOU HAVE ROBOT ARMS."

"I just have regular arms! I don't think robot arms would be very snuggly!" she chirps, scooping him up and snuggling him. She's forgotten about the cameras. "But I have alien hair!" She bends her head in case he wants to touch it.

He DOES want to touch the alien hair.

He is MILDLY DISAPPOINTED that it is not robot hair.

She giggles at little child hands petting her hair. "I'm sorry I'm not a more alien alien. Or a more robotic alien."

"It's okay," Samson says, very seriously, "you're a good alien."

"I'm so glad you think so! I might come live on Earth, you know."

"YAY!" Samson says. "ALIENS ON EARTH!"