Praetyre replied to his superior;
"I know sir. It's just that the "wakey wakey" didn't work, and I felt like motivating him a little. After all, he might actually want to die. I can't take that chance, so I'm trying to get him to see the positive side of living. Although.."
Praetyre moved a little closer to his superior.
"My race of Vykkers are known for our.. unusualness. We Teknokeyraits can live to 200, are shorter, have a blue tinge, and even dislike inflicting pain. But we also suffer from bone defects, liver disease, and are cursed with an infertility gene that infects one in five of us. Of course, that came about as the result of nanites in our water supply, but we are capable of cloning ourselves. We're also big fans of cybernetics, as you'd expect."
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