Oh, my conosh, I know that you believe we should never have contact with any alian race. We might be corrupted by them is what you have always said. I believe they have no malice. I have felt none in them. They are just filled with confusion in their minds. Perhaps we can help them. We should at least give them a proper welcome. That is the tradition of our peoples. Besides, the people have all heard the transmission that they are here in peace and wish only to become our freinds. They say they have many friends, who have formed this Federation of theirs. We will be cautious not to get too close to them. I know you worry about disease carriers, but our doctors will be sure to scan them before we allow them to come among us.

Consider well, my youngest of podlings. Ycara, you have grown into a wise sensor, but you are only 3,002 years old. You have much to learn of life and many experiences yet to be connected with. When you take your opinions to the elders of the hall be sure you have gone over many discussions made by the people and between us. I know your sensors are tuned nicely, but you are young.

The sensor spent considerable much more time alone in her room. Considering all that had been said, and stretching forth all of her sensors to gather in as much as she could for her final decisions.

Her space seemed much more comforting this day than usual. Her few hours of time alone, no tending to her conosh. Since the passing of her nomar, she spent much time caring for conosh and taking in of his wisdom. She missed nomar at times very much though. She could not use her wisdom to guide her with other more personal things. Of course, as the sensor, her time was spent serving all of the graflas and that left little time for herself.

A feeling of loneliness and pain somehow was present now. Ycara was not sure from where it came. She could not feel a direction or a mind to follow it. It was quite odd, and yet it seemed to fill the whole of our world. Until this moment in time, there was not a sign of such a feeling. What could it mean?

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