Or some power bloc within the Daligig was transmitting new command code that got munged in transit, and they couldn't figure out how to block it. Wrapping Stacy in tin foil wasn't practical, and building a large enough jammer would require too many resources - resources that the Council would notice. And the Council still thought the Daligig were on their side.

"Cokeheads with ulcers shouldn't get injections, they should be force-fed the stuff," Anwei replied absently, her eyes scanning the data. "All human or human-hybrid, all above puberty - ah. Check to see if they've all gotten The Shot or not." The Shot being Stacy's contraceptive of choice. "Maybe Stacy's decided to go back on letting people have kids here."

Which would be fine with her. Kids gave her the willies.