"I worked this up for you," one of the men from VE's research department said as he ran up. He handed a hefty file folder filled with documents to the alien. Adem began to flip through them.
"This seems to mostly be DNA and genome sequences." Different flipped through a few more pages. "Reproduction, sensory stimuli, and other entomological gobbledy-gook! What am I supposed to do with all of this?"
"It's data. Raw data," the man smiled as he spoke. Adem waited a few more moments for more information to be revealed, but it never was. "For you to read," the man spoke again, without so much of a smile now.
"I can't understand a word of it. I'm not an entomologist. I am a......," Adem paused to make sure he was using the correct human phrase to describe his training and thought process without returning to his native termonology. "... detective," he finally finished with a heavy accent on the word. Different moved the file to fully encompass the man's eyesight. "This reads like stereo instruction. What gave you the impression that I would be able to understand it?" The alien's voice see sawed up and down as he spoke.
"Rumor is among the lads that you're an..... an alien," the employee responded.
"And that means that I can understand this, correct?"
The man knodded.
"I see. You're a human. Can you build an automobile engine? Write a novel? Fly a supersonic jet? I didn't think so. Let's make a deal, you and I,....."
"Rupert."
"Rupert? Yes, I should have expected something along those lines. Let's make a deal, you and I, Rupert. You promise to no longer make bold and rash assumptions regarding my abilities based upon my extraterrestialness," Adem stared down for approval from Rupert, who gave it with an undeniable headshake, "and I promise not to call the Mothership to begin the invasion. Deal? Good. Now, I must go."
