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Off. We've got customers.

- Greetings, Lydia Martinez. - I call myself Spider Rose now.

We had profitable dealings with your husband

when he administered the Mechanist colony on Konis.

That was eight years ago.

Much has changed.

Yes, your rivals in the Shaper Council have since taken control.

Taken control?

Is that what you call the slaughter of hundreds by Shaper treachery?

Any reduction in the market is regrettable.

Reduction in the market?

I didn't know you investors were so sentimental.

So, let's get to business.

We understand you have found something of interest.

Yes, my jewel.

My theory is that a few million years ago,

a chunk of ring ice laced with exotic matter

was struck by a massive charge of ionic particles,

and the superheated metallic carbon was fused in stasis.

You must admit. Its composition is unique.

Your find intrigues us.

We can offer you one quarter million gigawatts.

I have all the energy I need.

We can also give you a stabilized plasma lattice for storage,

an advanced alien technology you could deconstruct--

We can barely assimilate the human technology we already have.

Rare metals. Wealth brings status. Something most--

I'm not interested in status. I live alone.

Crushed your gregarious instincts, have you?

An ominous development.

What I need is a weapon.

One powerful enough to destroy an orbital colony the size of, say, Konis.

We, of course, have items that could destroy a fragile habitat,

or a whole planet.

But as you know, our treaties strictly forbid the barter of weapons.

Then you and I are done.

We have nothing worth trading for.

Pets, you enjoy them.

Please hold one moment.

Our race also seeks connection with lesser beings.

This is our mascot, Little Nose for Profits.

It is beloved of us all

and will bring us great sorrow to part from it.

But your unwillingness to barter

forces us to choose between losing a potentially lucrative deal

or losing its company.

He is…

…cute.

But I will not trade my prize for a used alien pet.

He is much more than that, as you will see.

Our proposal is to leave Little Nose for Profits with you,

while we complete other business in system.

We will return in 96 standard days,

and you can then choose between keeping our mascot

or your jewel.

Ninety-six days.

I agree to the trial period.

[ambient music playing

Don't be shy, then.

No native bacteria.

Looks like you'll eat most anything.

You've got a lot of genetic material.

Far more than you need.

Far, far more.

I see traces of previous forms.

Seems like you mimic your owner.

I need a nickname for you.

How about…

Nosey?

Nosey?

Somebody's hungry.

What the…?

Hey.

It's okay.

I've been out here too long.

Too long alone.

I still have friends out there.

People I care about.

And unfinished business.

Recycled protein.

You've eaten all my roaches, so…

Uh, uh, uh, uh.

Not my finger.

Fuck. Shapers.

Hello, Lydia.

Jade.

Imagine my surprise

when we intercepted the transmission to your Mechanist friends on Enceladus.

The Shaper Council thought you had crawled away to die,

but I knew you better.

How many times have I fucking killed you?

Eleven. That I know of.

Clones, of course.

Never the original.

It must have been so unsatisfying,

not killing the one who blew that hole in your husband's head.

But here I am at last.

Jade Prime.

My mission was to kill your husband and you, Lydia.

And I mean to finish it.

Ha! Missed me, asshole!

Aim for her reactor!

Come on! Come on!

Fucking die!

You'll have to do better than that.

I hope you're still alive in here, Lydia.

You moldering sack of rust.

I want to look into your eyes.

Cute.

I agree.

This is so much more satisfying.

80% atmospheric loss.

Eating and nutrient systems offline.

Enough oxygen to last a week.

Maybe ten days.

I still have my jewel.

And the investors will return for it.

But not soon enough.

I'm sorry.

I was dead when you came here.

You made me want to live again.

You saved me.

It's okay.

You've eaten all my roaches, so…

Cute.