"Excellent point," Sahar says. "This is one thing that I want you all to take away from this class: mind control should not be a first resort. Almost always, you will have other options. If you don't, you are probably missing something. It might be due to a blind spot. It might be that you are too proud to consider something to be an option. It may be that those options are less likely to work. I befriended Ehan, and probed him on his society in great detail. This is how I know so much about it. I became his friend, in a very real sense his only friend, and I asked him what his plan was for his society. What would he do about the reds? What would he do about the reproductive instinct? What would he do about aliens who didn't want to follow pollution protocols?"
"He would bring home robots, and reds would be obsolete, and no one would have to think about them anymore. He would have lightspeed travel, so the reproductive instinct wouldn't be a problem. If there were aliens polluting the universe, then he'd make them change their wicked ways; wasn't that why he was here? Maybe he'd give them a pollution instinct, like they should've had in the first place."
"And I looked into his mind. He was not going to be convinced. It wasn't like I was asking him to go vegetarian, or quit smoking, or something. These were things he couldn't lose without losing himself."
"So I took them from him. I made him love me, first - that's almost always the first step to a successful reinvention - and as the semester went on I molded him into someone who would do what I thought was the right thing, even when I sent him back to his home planet. I experimented on him, ratcheting his pollution instinct back and forth by stages, directly manipulating his empathy to apply to reds both specific and in general, playing with his reproductive urges like Silly Putty. Dean Mesmerra took me into her office and told me personally that I was skirting the edges of the rule that stated that the person who graduates has to be the person who received the invitation. I cared exactly enough to make sure I didn't break that rule. The man who went home was, technically, the man who received his invitation. But the one would have killed the other in a second, given the chance."
Her vividly scarlet eyes are hollow. "In a very real sense, I killed Ehan. And I would do it again."