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[[Fred and Socrates continue their discussion in the little room where Fred is trying to isolate himself from the rest of the Physarics]]
Socrates: Then what do you think we should do?
Fred: We need to find this Colonel and figure out what his game is. What's his angle?

Fred: Plato's already hinted that at least some of our kind don't seem to trust him. They suspect something's up. We might be able to use that to our advantage, but not until we have all the facts.

Fred: Until then, I'm not going near the Syncytium, and neither are you. We're not joining with them, we're not sharing our thoughts, and we're certainly not giving them the cure.

Socrates: What if that's essential for our side to survive?
Fred: The only "side" I'm on is Earth's. If it saves my home and my friends, then I'm all for it.