After almost two minutes of typing, I stop, hitting once more button. The skies clear up, the ships are gone, and all but the one robot standing in front of me dissapears.

"It was fake! It was a hoax!"

you past the test those were fake images and holograms i just wanted to scare the poopers out of vermin girl over thier for pointing a sling shot at my head.

the soldier body gets back up.... ...... no no no. im everywhere. your lab top, ace's labtop. your battle bots. personally im finding exscuses not to tell you most of the info. because im bound by protocol. ask ace....i cant help you.

"He is bound by protical... and can't spell laptop... however, 404, we are guest to the gracefull species' planet, and we should follow their customs." "Even if you dicide not to release any intell, you should come."

......fine.....but if they put one more sling shot to my head ill make sure they dont have light bulbs for the next 100 years..

"After the stress he's put me through today, I'd rather enjoy that second option"

I start walking.

so gale would you like data on are ships.it will help you make space travel 1000 years sooner. since your species has not had any tech. advancements in 179 years.

"Seriously, that second option is sounding better and better all the time..." I say.

"Are you trying to get anihalated?"