For a split second, the way the plight of the Agrii was being described reminded Drake of 20th century Earth humans: young, inexperienced, ill equipped for surviving a planetary evacuation. Helpless and homeless.
That thought was overshadowed by his lingering resentment at having information forcibly installed into his mind like some kind of software update by technology that was far and away beyond any neural technology available on his Earth at his time. These people were advanced. They utilized crystal technology. Had the power to overwrite memories. They were spacefaring. Surely, they could have -
"They were basically given the ship they live on now..."
"Given?"
This was the first time Drake had heard of any other races or civilisations outside the Agrii. "Given by whom? And why can't their mysterious benefactors help relocate them? Hell, Earth could help relocate them, there're millions of habitable planets in my galaxy."
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That thought was overshadowed by his lingering resentment at having information forcibly installed into his mind like some kind of software update by technology that was far and away beyond any neural technology available on his Earth at his time. These people were advanced. They utilized crystal technology. Had the power to overwrite memories. They were spacefaring. Surely, they could have -
"They were basically given the ship they live on now..."
"Given?"
This was the first time Drake had heard of any other races or civilisations outside the Agrii. "Given by whom? And why can't their mysterious benefactors help relocate them? Hell, Earth could help relocate them, there're millions of habitable planets in my galaxy."