"I've read your report, but I don't understand. What do they look like? The alien lifeforms seen at the end of our sector."
"Again, bear with me, there's not any real words for this. They're taller than us, hardier than us. They have a patch of sinew at the top of their head that they stylize and they seem to be made entirely of this soft membrane that comes in varied colors. They're also all filled with fluids and sacks of other kinds of membranes that each serve a different purpose."
"That's.."
"It's worse. They have open holes to their digestive system, and they communicate using those holes. As in, they suck in air through them and expunge them and rattle their throats to make communication."
"That's - these are real?"
"Yes. Unfortunately. The ship that skirted the edges of our sensors broadcast a message we can't translate, but it has prime numbers in it so we're doing our best. It'll take some time before we, before we establish communications."
"We can't do that. These things are an abberation. What's your suggestion?"
"My suggestion? We wipe these 'humans' off the face of the galaxy. The gods would only create such things to test us. So, let's rise to the occasion."
"Again, bear with me, there's not any real words for this. They're taller than us, hardier than us. They have a patch of sinew at the top of their head that they stylize and they seem to be made entirely of this soft membrane that comes in varied colors. They're also all filled with fluids and sacks of other kinds of membranes that each serve a different purpose."
"That's.."
"It's worse. They have open holes to their digestive system, and they communicate using those holes. As in, they suck in air through them and expunge them and rattle their throats to make communication."
"That's - these are real?"
"Yes. Unfortunately. The ship that skirted the edges of our sensors broadcast a message we can't translate, but it has prime numbers in it so we're doing our best. It'll take some time before we, before we establish communications."
"We can't do that. These things are an abberation. What's your suggestion?"
"My suggestion? We wipe these 'humans' off the face of the galaxy. The gods would only create such things to test us. So, let's rise to the occasion."