“Hey! Who are you? You look like a human being and speak a human language, but we doubt you are one of us.” The cops of the Militia Earth started interrogating him. True, in his basic anatomy he did not appear different from them, yet his height and regular facial features set him apart and made him an object of doubt and investigation. The cops’ questioning continued:
“Where do you live?”
“On the Earth, sir.”
“Your name?’
“Mark Honest, sir”
“What’s your work?”
“I am a teacher at Fearless School.”
“Your exact annual income?”
“Seventy thousand dollars.”
“Any crime record?”
“Yes.”
“What?”
“Once I stole my girl friend’s gold necklace.”
“What happened, then?”
“Nothing. The girl didn’t complain. She loved me.”
“What’s your politics?”
“None.”
“What’s your ethics?”
“If I borrowed money from my friend, I would return it before his first reminder.”
“Who did you meet first on entering the precincts of the City?”
“I met a bleeding man on the road. I took him to hospital where you copped me.”
Immediately, his answers were transferred to Galacter (the Computer of the Galaxy) for processing. A minute later, on the screen flashed: “No Plagiarism. All Statements Found True.”
The cops reported the outcome to their senior. Promptly, a committee was constituted to discuss the issue and take a decision. On the third day, the chairman of the committee announced: “The captive is not a human being. He is an alien. Tomorrow he will be transported to the Galactic Lab for a genetic study.”
“Where do you live?”
“On the Earth, sir.”
“Your name?’
“Mark Honest, sir”
“What’s your work?”
“I am a teacher at Fearless School.”
“Your exact annual income?”
“Seventy thousand dollars.”
“Any crime record?”
“Yes.”
“What?”
“Once I stole my girl friend’s gold necklace.”
“What happened, then?”
“Nothing. The girl didn’t complain. She loved me.”
“What’s your politics?”
“None.”
“What’s your ethics?”
“If I borrowed money from my friend, I would return it before his first reminder.”
“Who did you meet first on entering the precincts of the City?”
“I met a bleeding man on the road. I took him to hospital where you copped me.”
Immediately, his answers were transferred to Galacter (the Computer of the Galaxy) for processing. A minute later, on the screen flashed: “No Plagiarism. All Statements Found True.”
The cops reported the outcome to their senior. Promptly, a committee was constituted to discuss the issue and take a decision. On the third day, the chairman of the committee announced: “The captive is not a human being. He is an alien. Tomorrow he will be transported to the Galactic Lab for a genetic study.”
