"Yes, Father. I saw it! No matter what you pick next, you complain. So often… In so many dreams… Slightly less chance of that if you take more perception, I think," Undecided said earnestly.
"I? Complaining?" I huffed. "This is just not true. I only ever accept the failures of my luck with dignity! Perhaps in the past, when I was so much younger… Just a teenager Drone… But I'm a new person now."
"No, I can confirm—you are still the same Drone, Necty," Ambrosia said just as earnestly as Undecided spoke earlier. "No amount of time or genes can change you. You just calmed down a little."
To prove her wrong, I proudly raised my chin and focused on business. The telepathic whispers of my Advisers discussing whether I was or wasn't prone to complaining couldn't offend me if I blocked them out.
"Second point in perception, then. Let's see where it brings us. There certainly *are* genes I'd like to see," I declared.
