"Talk from the Daligig, or talk from the psychic construct in the Sensoriums?" Esplin clung to that hope with all the tenacity in his tiny Yeerkish soul. It was the obvious, razor-sharp path to walk to get everything he wanted back. Unless he could find the other Yeerks, maybe find another pool, set himself up as leader...
... Oh, he would try. Yet he had to be careful. And if he gave any weight to the Ohm, the Daligig, or anyone else involved in this farce of a projection for saving the multiverse, or whatever it called itself, then he still needed to figure out how to win against a species that had the kind of autonomy and specialized development he couldn't only hope the Yeerks would achieve under brilliant guidance.
His, if anyone was asking. (No one was.)
"There's one path, out of millions, that can lead us to that hope. If we cooperate. If we make the better decisions more often than the worse decisions, if no one bothered clarifying who sits judge on those better and worse, and from what perspective."
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... Oh, he would try. Yet he had to be careful. And if he gave any weight to the Ohm, the Daligig, or anyone else involved in this farce of a projection for saving the multiverse, or whatever it called itself, then he still needed to figure out how to win against a species that had the kind of autonomy and specialized development he couldn't only hope the Yeerks would achieve under brilliant guidance.
His, if anyone was asking. (No one was.)
"There's one path, out of millions, that can lead us to that hope. If we cooperate. If we make the better decisions more often than the worse decisions, if no one bothered clarifying who sits judge on those better and worse, and from what perspective."