Crowviet Union update:
Chairwoman Sparrao has adopted a passive-aggressive "we'll outgrow the fuck out of you" policy against the fanatical wombats. In turn they've thrown up cities on the space hill every which way they can, looking like mould growing over the map. We'll see how things develop.
A bit of exploring has revealed that the AI has gifted itself distinctly less Balkanized realms in the rest of the galaxy than mine. To the north west is an ancient fallen empire, who have made their power level and feelings about me clear by teleporting a science ship which went to tentatively explore their territory straight back to my home system. We'll leave them alone. War is raging in the east but it's unclear at this point who might be prospective allies and/or completely crushed before we have any bearing on matters.
In the meantime we uplifted a race of mollusc cthulhoids (the hole in the middle of my territory) who were heartwarmingly, cilia-wavingly grateful, and uploaded a conscience database of extinct aliens into androids, gifting us with allies who can live pretty much anywhere, even in - ugh! - temperate climates. The breast of the red robin army is swelling.