“And where would that place us on the scale of artificial intelligence,” Bernibus jested.
“Following the footsteps of Jeroboam,” I returned.
“Hmm?
“Oh, nothing. Tell me,” I asked more solemnly, “What position does Wagner hold among the Canitaurs?”
“He is the Khedive Kibitzer, our ruler in that he leads the council.”
“And you?”
“I am his brother-in-law, a relationship that our culture places great importance on, especially as he has no blood brothers. I become, in effect, his partner, though he doesn’t accept me emotionally as one, only in etiquette.”
“Why is that?” I inquired.
“Because, I am of weak heritage. His sister loved me, and I her, but to him there is no such thing as love, only business, the destruction of the Zards at any cost. No price is too high,” he told me with almost a vengeful scowl on his usually pleasant features, it soon passed, though, and left no trace when it had.
“You sound bitter, Bernibus.”