More out of hardwired programming than actual malice or distrust, the VWP's most unusual Qunit watched over the various interactions going forth simultaneously. While a living quantum computer himself, the task was still a daunting one, requiring his full undivided attention. He lay down in his personal chambers, front legs crossed; the closest traditional stance to meditation that Vaiaelon kind possessed.
It was concerning, the first few arrivals to the system were human, but it was to be expected as well. As far as what the Council wanted out of The Embassy, things couldn't be going more according to plan. Not that he was blindly loyal to those bureaucrats, but in this case their reasoning was sound.
He didn't have to do this; The Embassy's systems were more than capable of dealing with any likely threats from infantry to full-blown invasion, he'd made sure of it... But he felt an odd responsibility for the place. He and others had poured much time and effort into the realisation of The Ambassador's dream, were it to fall, it would be largely his designs and plans that would be to blame... There was something else, something he instinctively knew contradicted his programming, yet was there regardless. "Is this... 'Pride'?"
He pondered that. His complex infinitely overlapping neural pathways speeding through several dozen trains of thought in seconds. To even give a brief summary of them would extend this 100-fold, but one lingering thought emerged at the end. He vocalised it, to no-one in particular, almost to reassure himself that these were his own thoughts.
"I am a machine, created for war... This place is a wish, created to bring peace... His attention "long"-since diverted, he gazed upon the starlit sky. If it succeeds... will I have a place in the galaxy...?"