"Irrelevant, even if it was true," Dorothy said. "This is bigger than us. We have the power to shape the future of the planet. Well, I do. When I crack this, and I will crack it... I'm going to be the one who decides who the Forerunner makes next. I bet you my other vestigial wing that it would even abandon the fabrication of that stupid pointless military force and make whoever I told it to. So long as they were human and I thought it would work. Why do you think it made a second generation of humans after it had learned that they can't survive here? Well, vanilla humans can’t—"