The whole family was present for the conversation which followed; Kate would've had to lock Aster and Nova up to keep them away.
Besides, they were almost thirteen years old. Old enough to hear what Sepal had to say.
Sepal told his story as best he could using only words: how he had not been slated to become a Pollination Technician - instead, he was initially trained to be an anthropologist, a scholar - but a routine test revealed that his genotype made him more useful as a pollinator, instead.
He had never been happy with the assigned role. He still yearned to explore, study, learn about alien peoples and civilizations. The thought of having many offspring scattered across the galaxy whom he would never meet made him sad.
"Among my people, we don't get a choice. We perform the duties assigned to us, according to our personalities and aptitudes which are assessed throughout childhood. It's supposed to help create a productive and harmonious society, where everyone performs the role they are best suited for."
"I am not familiar with that term."
"I'm not surprised; it doesn't seem like the sort of concept they'd want you to learn over there. Basically, it denotes an oppressive, totalitarian society where people are stripped of their rights and freedoms."
If she had just insulted Sepal's culture, Kate didn't care. It frankly sounded like something straight out of Brave New Sim-World.
Sepal didn't seem offended, though.
"Our society wasn't always this way, but certain measures were implemented after the disaster which nearly made my species go extinct. It's quite effective- and we're not oppressed. Aside from our duties and reproduction, we're free to do whatever we please."
Right, Kate thought, unimpressed. Apart from having the freedom to choose how to live their lives, everyone is perfectly free!
"I rebelled. I didn't want to be a Pollination Technician anymore. I was offered two choices: behavioral editing or exile."
Kate was outraged. Behavioral editing?! Or, in other words, brainwashing!
A long, meaningful silence greeted this statement.
"And you decided to come here, because...?"
"I...I didn't know where else to go. I know you don't remember me, Katherine, but I remember you. There was...a connection between us. I couldn't think of anyone else who might help me. I'm sorry if that was presumptuous of me."
"If you want me to leave, I will."