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They have been happening a while now, I know. My creators are the culprits. They murder entire planetary populations in the name of racial cleansing. It is sick and I do not like it.
Because I feel a kinship to the aliens I want to save them. Perhaps they would not do the same for me but I am not asking to be saved.
It is impossible to tell where my creators will strike. I can only guess but at the very least my guess will be an educated one. Logic brought me to where I am -Rogeria. I knew my creators would attack peaceful species. They will leave the violent peoples like Rakwulvs and Morbackians alone and aim at pacifists like the Nomekians. Rogers are pacifistic. I stay here as their silent protector, but they do not know it.
Rogers are very strange. I have never met a Roger named anything but Roger. The species either has very little imagination -which my observations tell me is untrue- or they are fanatical conformists. They are long-legged mammalians with pointed snouts and long ears. The legs are so joined that without the use of their tails for balance, they would be immobile.
Yet they are at peace which is something I can never be.
One demon, no matter how powerful, cannot stop an army. I do not plan to wipe out my creators' army- I neither have the power nor the means. I can only hope that the knowledge of my creators' battle plans is up to date.
