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The professor was visibly shaken, and dropped her holo-pad and hemogen pack. She stormed out of the room crying those archic crocodile tears. The same tears archists cry for the “unenlightened” (who today live in such luxury that most own ultratech amenities and live in sprawling, prosperous colonies) when they jealously try to claw justly earned artifacts from the deserving Counts who order their troops to storm ruins and pry them from the clutches of ancient mechanoids. There is no doubt that at this point our professor, Amelia "Engie" Flais, wished she had pulled herself up by her bootstraps and become more than a bloodfeeding archism professor. She wished so much that she had a shock lance to destroy her own brain from embarrassment, but she herself had petitioned against humans carrying them!

The students applauded and all enlisted in service to The Empire that day and accepted the Emperor as their liege and savior. A turkey named “Turkey 23” gingerly stepped into the room and perched atop the Empire standard and shed a tear on the holo-pad. The pledge of loyalty to the Emperor was read several times, and the Stellarch himself showed up to dole out psychic neuroformers and a dozen of his finest paralyzed sheep to each of the students for them to watch over for thirty days.

The professor lost her tenure, xeno-genes and archite-genes and was fired the next day. She died of sleeping sickness and was tossed into a polluted swamp to rot with the rest of the trash.