Green, stringbean bodies.
Neon skin, the color of
a lime being crushed
underneath a heel.
Tell me about earth,
I could hear the voice
in my head. Like a
radio being crumbled
up into a ball and
thrown into my
train of thought.
Earth?
Yes, Earth. Tell us about it.
Us?
There are forty-million listening.
Oh. Well, Earth. Earth. Earthy-Earth.
Earth is full of humans, like me.
People. Humans are people.
And people are hell.
In No Exit, there are these--
We've read No Exit.
You've read No Exit?
We've read everything humanity
has published, in a matter of
m o m e n t s.
You aren't as developed as you
seem to think you are.
What was the best thing you read?
We were partial to
Last Exit to Brooklyn.
Now, back to our question:
tell us about Earth.
If you've already read everything,
why do you need to ask,
let alone ask me?
You are the most
insignificant person
on this planet.
We are interested
in your thoughts.
I'm insignificant?
Yes.
Oh. I see.
Earth... Well, people...
People are beautiful.
The Earth is beautiful.
What makes us gorgeous
is our growth and our
desire to progress.
What makes us dazzling
is our belief that
a collective happiness and
an individual happiness
is both attainable
and sustainable.
Now, **** me
and annihilate
my planet, already.
That's why you're here,
right?
No. We're here to
harvest your women
and to colonize
everyone else.
You just persuaded us
to breed with your women.
But, that's ****.
And colonizing?
That's slavery.
We've read everything
your planet has ever written.
**** and slavery has been
encouraged on your planet
since your brief breath of
e x i s t e n c e.