Approaching Quadrant Delta 73, sub-galaxy 33. All planets albeit one uninhabitable. Setting destination for planet 3 out from Central Sun.
Zorg was reclining on the captain’s chair of the spacecraft. His neural network tied into the navigation computer as it displayed their next stop. The next stop in search of intelligent life.
“This one has potential,” Zorg said.
“That’s what you said of the last one and all we found were single-cells,” Florg replied.
The spaceship engaged its cloak field and descended down to Earth.
“This seems a good spot as any,” Zorg said as they landed in a small town in Montana.
Zorg and Florg exited the spacecraft, only their large blue heads visible through mechanical exoskeletons.
“The atmosphere is breathable,” Florg said as his helmet swished open.
“Quite nice,” Zorg said breathing in deeply.
They were walking down the main stretch of the little town nestled in-between large mountains and pine forest.
“Look!” Florg exclaimed.
“Alien bipeds!” Zorg gasped.
Heading towards them down the town’s main road was a dozen bipeds. Arms outstretched they grumbled, “Braaaaaains.”
“Florg decode that language, I think they are trying to communicate.”
“They are referencing something about brains. They must be intelligent!”
Zorg and Florg approached hesitantly but were quickly disarmed by the welcoming outstretched arms of the bipeds.
“Brains,” Zorg’s speech unit echoed back.
“Braaaaaaaaaaains,” the group murmured.
“This is incredible! Our first meeting of other intelligent life after all these millennia. Initiate welcome protocol,” Zorg said.
Zorg and Florg reached out their exoskeleton arms mimicking the bipeds. They were slowly closing the distance.
“They want to touch!” Florg said.
Their arms met gently. A cool breeze swirled down from the mountains.
“Zorg I think they want to mind-meld. Look at them eye our heads.”
“Yes seems like it.”
The aliens disengaged exoskeleton safety protocols and stretched their heads towards the mob.
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Zorg, Florg and the dozen bipeds were on-board the spaceship.
“I. Know. Best. Place. For. Brains,” Zorg said.
“Yes. Braaaaaains,” Florg said.
“Set. For. Home.” Zorg’s and Florg’s translucent blue skin had changed to a putrid green.
“The. Largest. Brains,” Zorg said.
“Braaaaaaaaaaaaaaains,” the mob echoed.