Sol: I don’t think it’s fair to describe JEDCØP’s energy needs as being paltry.
Mechra: But they are! Everything here is!

Mechra: When I was young, my mother used to keep a black hole as a pet.

Mechra: She fed it a star once a year, because she thought the colour it turned the accretion disk made it look “happy.”

Mechra: Can you even imagine it? Whole solar systems conquered and translocated on an inane whim!

Mechra: Now compare that to all the petty squabbles around the gate over tiny scraps of energy and resources.
Mechra: Do you see how insignificant it all is?

Sol: Mechra… I cannot believe I’m going to say this, but:
Sol: You need to check your privilege.