Could probably be worse.

They hang up. Savo sighs.

"Are there other things your government is in the middle of that we might really like them to stop."

"Uh - I'm not sure how to predict exactly -"

" - murder is bad. Indirectly arranging peoples' deaths still counts. Uh, rape is bad? Torture is bad? Slavery is bad? I kind of feel like these are all very obvious -"

"There's, uh, the war... the government doesn't do rape or torture... people don't own other people but there are industries that aren't permitted to strike."

"And what happens if someone individually wants to quit their job -"

"Depends on caste..."

Sigh. "Okay. Are there nice things - crops with better yields, better computers, better technologies of any kind - that would make peoples' lives better without particularly empowering murder-happy factions of your government?"

"- oh, uh, any time someone tries to introduce robotics seriously the reds riot. That's not what you asked but I thought you'd want to know."

"- yeah, that's good to know. Thank you. Do you know why -"

"They, uh, think that if they weren't needed for unclean jobs we'd just kill them all."

"Are they right?"

"They might be. I guess some people would want to just banish them."

"Are there countries that would take them in if you banished them?"

"I don't think anybody's short on reds..."

"Is there a way I can arrange to talk to one without that person being afterwards murdered or otherwise mistreated for having the nerve to talk to me -"

"There's the one who I had hand me a slice of bread on live television, I can get him."

"I'd appreciate it."

There is a janitor closet a few floors down with its own entrance and red paint. There is a man in it with coral-red hair. "This is Davar," Savo says.

Davar looks at Caranthir confusedly.

"Hi. I'm Carnistir, I'm one of the alien visitors. We're trying to figure out what we can do for the people of this planet, and everyone we've spoken to is pretty unclear on what we can do for red caste people. Do you mind answering some questions?"

"...that's fine," says Davar.

"If you could all just leave here and set up your own society of all red-caste people, do you think it'd be a good place to live? What might go wrong?"

"- we're missing a lot of skills -"

Savo interrupts. "I told you, no one else will do their jobs - we don't actually have robotic replacement ready to go -"

Davar flinches.

"We could do it ourselves for the transition period to the robotics. If people want to emigrate, I am not going to make them stay for the convenience of their neighbors."