The Zeparzanians from Tölaris 9 send greetings. We are the Törlogs, their slave race. We have been sent in search of “intelligent” life. So far you are our tenth discovery, although in truth “intelligent” is a stretch for you. We left Tölaris 9 a million years ago (by your standards) and will carry on our mission until we reach the end of the universe. When we need new ships and more bodies to serve on them we colonize. We have stolen many useful tricks of prosperous existence from the other intelligent life forms (ILF’s) we’ve encountered. You haven’t been of much use to us, but you have some good drugs, and we like your handwriting; especially the Arabic stuff.
Ultimately though we don’t really have time for you. You are small fry, a bunch of little dinks, lightweights outside the scope of our ILF studies. Once we have catalogued your accomplishments, such as they are, and stocked our holds with a representative sample of your “evolved” species (among other wonders of your planet) we will torch your atmosphere and take our leave.
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goodbye and thanks for the fish, the dolphins say, vanishing just before it all goes up in a burst of light.
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