in which case we might sympathize (or not.)
Still, possessing no (other) direct experience with organisms in which normal cell-division of the [÷2] mitosis-kind somehow became ... [÷3??]
I can't see how possibly I could empathize with some accidental metamorphosis of a discarded urine bag on some nameless asteroid in a belt around Uranus
[presuming that Urea is ~Galaxy-wide.]
Guess we have to be guided by the current Chair of Philosophy of Welcoming Aliens: Ripley.
(No telling what destruction even One--loose amidst the flock--might wreak.)
--premeditated Language-Murder-One, say? {{shudder}} :-0