Or the project that doesn’t exist, you didn’t hear it from me, and I never told you a thing.
The scientist tried to keep pace with a sweaty jog, nervously flailing his arms as he trailed behind the Jornissian agent leading a mixed entourage through the humans-only research station. “Please, sir!” Said he. “You have to be reasonable! It is just a work of fiction! We cannot reproduce such fantastic concept at all! I mean, why would we even think about transfering human minds into artificial xeno bodies? There’s no rhyme or reason to it!”
The Jornissian stopped in his tracks, suddenly twisting his serpentine body to face the human scientist while the tip of his tail pointed at the man in an accusatory manner, freezing the man in place. “[May I remind you of what your colleagues where doing in [Subzero Giant]?]” Said the Jornissian, eyes narrowed. “[What was its name? “Skinetwork”? Yes, something like that. And if I remember correctly, that computer virus was inspired by one of your media artefacts, so there’s precedence.]”
The scientist shaked in anxious fear. “T-that was, uh, taken out of context, sir. It, uh, really was a-an AI. B-but, it was rudimentary! N-nothing dangerous!”
“[Precisely.]” The Jornissian agent turned and returned to his mission, leaving the scientist struggling to keep up again. “[You make something seemingly innocuous at first. Then, something goes wrong, and an army of drones chanting murder is suddenly taking control of a colony!]”
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“Ok, m-maybe that one wen’t a-a little wrong, uh, sir! But, that doesn’t mean something is happening-“ GRUNCH. The door to a big testing room was forcefully opened by xeno agents, allowing their Jornissian leader to pass through. “-here…”
There was an exchange of gasps.
Then, silence.
The Jornissian and his entourage stood there in disbelief, staring at the center of the room where a trio of very naked xenos (a ruby-red Jornissian, a silver-blue Dorarizin, and an emerald-green Karnakian; all uncannily handsome by their species’ standards, so I heard) stood in a triangle playing hot potato…In a humans-only station.
The naked Karnakian dropped the ball in surprise, breaking the silence with it’s bounce. “Hum, uh…Hello.” Said he with a clearly human-karnakian accent, sheepishly waving a clearly human greeting gesture at the sudden guests.
There was an equal mix of concern and curiousity on the xeno agents’ faces.
Then, their Jornissian leader proved his proactiveness by being the first to say.
[WHAT THE FUCK?]