'Please, gather together—I call you for a Council session, although I will be there telepathically. We must think ahead and prepare ground for the future conquest of humans!'
'Ah, Father! Weren't you sick? Weren't you supposed to be resting, no?' Things-Things thought in response. 'Does Mother-Queen know about this? Is she near him?'
'I'm feeling better, and I have good news to share,' I telepathically messaged the Advisers, carefully avoiding the topic of Amby's health. 'How about we all talk in half an hour?'
Half an hour later, I told the Council about my latest gene upgrade, then moved to details of my grand plan.
