I knew he was talking even before the translation started: I could hear the Viceroy’s voice as it sympathetically vibrated the glass walls of the tank. It was a low, modulated, powerful rumble.
“You have been recommended by most trusted advisors.”
“I’m honored,” I answered, with a bow which was probably meaningless to him.
“There will be many responsibilities. The territory is a large area with many indigenous inhabitants.”
Indigenous inhabitants: that’s us. “I understand.”
“Success will be rewarded. Failure will result in the most final punishments being applied to your entire genotype.”
Not mincing words, are we? “I understand.”