"Well, reality trumps expectations, I guess. Also"—I picked up another sheet—"the Starfleet ultimatum. I think Lenny was intending to deliver this at the moot, but I cut him off before he could get to it." I held up the page and made a show of examining it, although I already knew the contents. "They offer to restore all communications and functionality as long as we agree to stop interfering with indigenous species."