Pylo was a direct daughter of Courtesan. She knew how to show grace and humility in watching another get their comeuppance. She knew how to feel for and understand and comfort those that had been brought low by their own arrogance and raise them up in a way that would bind them to her.

But she was not going to be doing any of that.

No Pylo was going to be completely and utterly and overtly smug about this. And she was going to mean it as hard as only a siren could.

▙◀ so utterly stumbling over the imparting of meaning like this? It was the sweetest succor. She had already vented the degree of her frustrations over their many problematic and in some cases disgusting translation choices. But had been rebuffed on her own troubles and difficulties with the Terrans. But she had SOLVED that problem.

And it had just been a minor thing in the end! Not any systematic injury to her deep genomic processing paradigms.

She didn't need ▙◀ to continue trying to ‘help’ her with the ‘underlying trauma’. Especially after this.

It was all coming to the toll now! And who was the one in the right? It certainly was not the infuriatingly attractive canner monster ▙◀. No the Terrans had finally come around and gotten fed up. And to make it even sweeter the push that set the whole edifice crumbling was the act of one of ▙◀ 's own charges, Aleph’s little infant Cleric!

Oh that had to sting!

Pylo was going to treasure every beautiful cascade of neurochemistry running through Aleph’s little skull!

“So yeah, we don’t feel like you are getting anything across properly with these classes El’sie.”

“Your methods are kind of all over the place. You keep changing the topic and leaving everything scattered all over the place. There isn't any clear goal to me on this. Quarti makes noises like she sees the point but won’t explain. Or say anything actually”

The terran sent a glare at her elder which was answered with a wide happy grin and a gesture of encouragement with a hand. It summed up readily to an overwhelming intent of support and assurance that the youngster was doing great.

“... So yeah. I appreciate the intent and desire to help us, but this? These classes are not helping, you cram weird numerology on us, you say it’s so vitally important we learn it that our species might be declared wild animals if we don’t.”

The lenses and many other sensors ▙◀ had available were working overtime, there was significant heat in the data throughput hardware from those sensory processing sensors and the many sub systems and specialist modules meant to integrate and translate the data into the thousands of formats that the micropolity made use of.

Aleph took a breath then gave a glance at Omega who nodded, resolve and faith in the terran youth helping to shape up the unsteadiness that had taken hold of a lot of the middle aged of the terran trio.

“So in closing this needs to change, your methods are borderline abusive and cruel for us. You can’t seem to convey priorities. This either needs to end or change. I acknowledge yes we don’t know a lot about the reef, that we are so woefully ignorant that you could lecture to us for centuries and not cover everything we don’t know.”

Pylo squirmed in delight watching the massive stock exchanges churn inside of ▙◀. There was a lot of shifting loyalties in the demiurges and their supporting systems.

“But if you try to teach us the way you have been, you are going to waste those centuries and we won’t be able to use whatever it is you are trying to teach us . We have to change this, we have to be involved in how you plan these lessons. In how this is done. And most importantly, you have to explain properly WHY you are trying to teach us what you are.”

▙◀ was a furious storm of activity, processing the details, extrapolations and entire social models of the Terrans were being upended and thrown out, fortunes of dedicated processor debt vouchers were burning as hyper specialist subsystems tried to retrofit and adapt or suffer dismantling and decommissioning.

To the Terrans this intensity of rebalancing and re-evaluation of priorities and plans was a few thoughtful pauses of contemplate.

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But subjectively deep eternities of chaos and eventually pleading calls for aid to Pylo in helping to assess and construct an accurately translated response. The spiteful smugness threatened to overwhelm her, gave her enough of an incentive that she paused an extra grueling half second to give the Demiurges reason to begin to worry and the lower level processes to panic.

But Pylo relented and lended her expertise, processing through her own cortical stacks the deeper meanings and then further processing them back down into the necessary stimulation outputs in her cordoned off ‘embassy’ within ▙◀ 's modules.

It would have required an inordinate amount of spiteful malice to deny ▙◀ this. Pylo performed the necessary translations as effortlessly as the Terrans breathed. But having let the population of the micro-polity squirm would warm her membranes for several nice long showers to come.

With her support the Demiurges rallied their powers and committees and a response was formulated and deployed.

“Thank you Aleph, Adjusting the methodology and content with the input of the three of you is more than acceptable. It is in fact excellent and more than in line with the desired outcome of this exercise.”

Aleph seemed a little surprised but quickly smiled. Unaware of just how much the micropolity had been reeling near the edge of a major factional break over this shift in events.

“Oh... Well that’s good!”

Pylo briefly considered sharing this context and ruining the micropolity’s delivery. But that would again be far meaner than she was. Seeing them squirm and sputter in confusion until they had to beg for her help was enough satisfaction for the Daughter of Courtesan.

▙◀ continued with a chipper and calm tone.

“And to Address a pressing concern of you, The purpose of all of these classes has never been the memorization of facts. Or the procurement of knowledge as Terrans might treat such an activity. You have never been expected to retain the raw content of any of my lessons. Those are readily and easily available to any civilized self aware being in the reef at all times.”

Markets and the powers of the Demiurges were settling down as well. She watched them with amusement, knowing she could probably flip a few of them into a bubble riding collapse. But that would be beyond rude.

Aleph and Omega sputtered in confusion and outrage but as Pylo had instructed in the digests ▙◀ raised an appendage to signal for silence.

“The intent for all these classes has been to construct something much more complex and difficult than simple data. To build from whole cloth in entirely foreign minds the wisdom and intuition of what life in the reef entails”

The screen flashed through several ways this could go, queries passed between Pylo and the micropolity for tweaks to the algorithms used. She let the relevant Demiurges open up a line of credit with her.

“That you have been inspired and come to terms with asking for a correction to how these lessons are enacted is a sign that they are beginning to work. That you have begun to realize the realities of the reef. And a modicum of the dangers... Not all and there have been disservices done to some of you for having a correct and healthy degree of wariness.”

The screen was turned to Omega and nodded in acknowledgement. Pylo didn't really like admitting that but she agreed with the truth of the sentiment that ▙◀ wanted to convey.

“The Reef is dangerous. In ways completely unprecedented to any of you, in manners that you have not even conceived of. Yes even you Quarti...”

A nod of the screen to the nicest and most well spoken of the Terrans.

Pylo needed to see about getting that heat venting system for Quarti so she could avoid heat stroke next time they had a deep discussion.

“The intent of these lessons has been to help you become natives of open Reef civilization. By any means necessary. For your people will either succeed or become the wards of those who can. ”

Aleph scowled a bit.

“What did we just go over?”

Pylo blatantly snickered.

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