3- Excess
"Maybe I can help," the male smeet offered. "I am older than all three of you, so I'd probably be able to figure it out." Mii had had just about enough of know- it- all idiots for one lifetime, but when the male smeet turned to her, she decided to at least give him a chance. "Hi, my name's Rane," he told her.
"Mii," she replied curtly.
"Well, Mii, you say you're Genetic Type D, eh? I'm C." Mii didn't know what that meant, but guessed it had something to do with the green-eyed male's long, forward-bending antennae. "I can tell you don't know the significance of our genetic types," he continued. "You could just search your PAK for keywords, but best to stay awake now. I'll just tell you. There are six Genetic Types; A-F. A is male, and B is female. You follow me so far?"
Mii nodded. The way Rane talked gave her the impression that he knew what he was talking about, unlike Oto and Ari, so she listened carefully.
Rane continued. "After that, it gets a bit tricky. Types C-F are specialized types. C is for Irkens genetically engineered to become the few Irkens with the ability to use the knowledge about Irken machinery to repair and maintain the machines essential to Irken life. Basically, really smart repairmen. There aren't many of us, but we're very important. Type D are engineered to have a high IQ that allows them to adapt easily to changing conditions. They are meant to be specialized soldiers even more capable than some Invaders. Types C and D can be spotted in a crowd by their odd antennae. Also, Irkens with Genetic Type C are usually male, and Genetic Types D are usually female. Still with me?" Mii nodded. She had clung on to every word, thrilled with the prospect of having been bred as the ultimate soldier. Rane continued. "Now types E and F are interesting, because they aren't, by law, actual Irkens. Type E's are genetically engineered to be so short that the laws of our society can't really apply to them. Still, they are given the worst jobs (like being table-headed service drones). Type F's are the lucky ones. Some Almighty Tallests are given the opportunity to preserve their PAKs and be cloned before death. The resulting Irkens are given hundreds of slaves, a huge mansion, and enough of the finest snacks to last their unnatural lifetime. Get it now?"
Mii nodded. All of the information would probably be useful later, but now it was just excess.
