“No.” The Forerunner’s voice changed again, filled with resolve. “Projections suggest critical mission failure. I have focused all available manufacturing capacity on redundancy. I will seed the remainder of the ring with backups, and fill the space of this planetless system with satellites. If this generation fails, I will spend much more time before I attempt to intervene actively. Perhaps after many years, I will be able to produce a population that is culturally compatible enough to still qualify as human, yet not provoke the population of this ring to violent opposition. Considering this star is a red dwarf, I have all the time I could ever need. Billions of years, if that is what it takes.”