"Please give name, Master." In front of Ben, a humanoid insect knelt. Its form was almost human—two arms, two legs, five fingers on each hand. But its face was unmistakably insectoid.
Large compound eyes, chitin plating that curved unnaturally over its skull. It reminded Ben of a certain alien race from Mars in one of his favorite mangas from his past life. He rubbed his chin, barely giving it much thought. "Hmm… a name… how about Supervisor One?"
The Krell visibly stiffened. "I-If you say so… Master." Its tone was obedient—but something about it felt… off.
Ben narrowed his eyes. 'Rejection.' It didn't like the name. Ben clicked his tongue. 'So human-level intelligence means they also have emotions? Great. That's gonna be annoying.'
Emotions were one of the biggest catalysts for rebellion. Ben had seen it before. History, war, even in his past life—rebellions never started out of pure logic. Emotion was the wildfire that burned reason to the ground.
