Pluto nodded, knowing enough about the Doctor that she hadn't made this decision rashly and would be upfront about the rationale. There were others, herself included, who were far better at dishonesty than Ami's mother could ever hope to be.
"I just hope I don't screw anything up too badly," said the Doctor, looking up from the tabletop to find she was alone again.
"Hmmm. Split the area up into districts, appoint a Duke for each district and then a Governor for the whole thing?" Kachoo pondered the mess that was the areas of Canada, Mexico, and the United States. "Hmmm. First off, let's start with a little display of power. A Q-Wave burst but shielded at these soon to be antiquated nuclear power stations. The fusion generators will likely generate a lot of saboteur attempts at the beginning no matter how safe they are. These humans continue to surprise me with how suicidal they are."
"You could simply eliminate them, there is little to recommend their species," said the computer.
"Now now. You have to look beyond the present and see their potential." Kachoo looked off in the distance, finally slapping two tentacles to either side of his head. "Of course! Bring up available data from their media. Psychic abilities. Evolved human species. Discount the predictably paranoid future as something monstrous concepts."
"There are 245,712 references."
"Excellent. I will review those." Kachoo paused and considered. "Open a channel to Governor Kemp. A human input would be appropriate."
Governor Kemp stared at the representation of Kachoo. He knew by now that it was just a representation. That the real being was several orders of magnitude larger and even getting close to the being would be suicidal for a human for several reasons. One being that random psionic discharges from the creature would fry less shielded neural tissue, another being the atmosphere it actually breathed, and so on. Heck, since the species that had birthed Kachoo had developed in shallow seas and swamplands - he'd expect the smell alone would kill many humans.
"You want to what?"
"Evolve the species. Small test groups of volunteers of course," said the ancient being.
"Locke the Superman? Justy Cosmo Police? Darkover Matrix Workers? Lensmen?" guessed Governor Kemp. "Technorganic supersoldiers?"
"Yes, among other things," said Kachoo. "Shining examples to the common people. A goal to work for."
"People that will be viewed as different, alien, something to be feared and hated," replied the Governor. "At best a new minority to support the majority. At worst. You've noticed that in the place they call Texas in that region - they still have something called the Flat Earth Society. A group that holds that all talk of space flight is propaganda and that the Earth is flat?"
"Hmmm. Yes. So it won't work?" The ancient being sounded clearly disappointed.
"Not if it comes from you," said the Governor. "I have a suggestion though."
"I believe the odd expression in your language is 'I'm all ears'," said the tentacled being.
"Let active disagreements between yourself and your Governors be known and it shown that you will concede things to your human representitives." Kemp said.
"...but I generally look for input from my Governors anyway," pointed out the elder being.
"Yes, but don't forget that no matter how altruistic your motives actually are, humans have been lying and misrepresenting things since we came out of the trees. You'll always be the evil alien conquerer, at least for a generation or two, but if you prepare to wipe out a large number of beings and your Governor convinces you to only appoint a few enhanced beings as policemen to try to keep the rioting and pillaging down..."
"Ah. So perhaps instead of being honest, I should have projected the image of myself as some ravening monster as depicted in your cinema - thereby providing the Governors the sympathy of their populace?"
"Uh, no," said Kemp. "I don't really think that would have worked either."
"Pity. Oh by the way. I'll be assigning you some Senshi."
"Say what?"
Kachoo wiggled a few tentacles in a manner that the human had learned was amusement. "I have discovered that many of the males of your species are quite fond of females wearing outfits similar to those and that the idea of superpowered females of high physical attractiveness standards for your species are considered to be... pleasant."
"Senshi like in the Sailor Senshi?" Kemp wanted clarified. "Not like your Contra-Senshi?" On the one hand he knew the Contra-Senshi were synthetic humans, but apart from the method of their birth he hadn't been able to find anything about them to indicate they were tools. They were individuals even if they knew they had been created to be opponents to the Senshi. Like normal people they had personalities and hopes and dreams for the future. But then so did some of the more obviously artificial beings.
"No, these are actually volunteers for the process. Former cheerleaders, figure skaters, that sort of thing. Being young for a thousand years and having all health problems cured, as well as gaining magical powers. You'd be surprised at the number willing to sign on when approached."
"Personal bodyguards?" guessed Governor Kemp.
"Yes, attache or secretary or guard," said the elder being. "They'll be quite handy I assure you."
Governor Kemp groaned at the thought of the news reports when it turned out he had his own Senshi bodyguards.
"I sense displeasure. Did I miscalculate again?" Kachoo asked, wondering if these humans would make sense to him after another thousand years or so.
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