Caine sighs and shifts on his feet. Protocols, protocols... he only really knew how to explain these situations to extremely primitive planets, and it wasn't as though this place was backwards. Just... not terribly advanced in genetics.

"I know it seems impossible, but genetics are everything. The human genome is like a soul. No one says anything like 'follow your heart' where I'm from, we all know what our path is from the get go." Or they're defective.