"Hello, Ash." He nodded as he smiled and removed his goggles. True to form, he stuck to formalities while on assignment.
"Identification positive. Commencing extraction." He extended an iron claw, offering a lift into the rather cramped cockpit of the mecha.
"Negative. I cannot abandon these sentients. To do so would constitute genocide..."
"Your agreement with the Timekeepers is null and void. They have already committed genocide."
I gasped. "Against whom?"
"Themselves. Soon after we lost contact with you, the Timekeeper cities shifted operations from research to weapons and countermeasures, and attacked each other. Without their prime directive they assumed the selfish traits of the organics they were once sworn to protect."
As I pondered the hubris of the Timekeepers and prepared a profound monologue on the foolishness of artificial life forms mimicking the faults of their creators, the medical equipment in the room begin to flicker and throw off sparks.
"Ash," I cried. "When you breached the vault you compromised the environmental containment unit! The survivors are dying!"
In their tanks, they flailed their tentacles helplessly as the wailing grew to a deafening shriek, cut short piece by piece with a quick rattle and silence.
"It is their fault for becoming overdependent upon their machines to begin with," Ash said coldly. "Their fate no longer concerns...is that a nuclear chain reaction detonation sequence I hear?"
"Yes, Ash. Did you conclude that I remained here solely out of compassion? That is exactly why their health concerns us!"