Thread: All Steamed Space (Shikokudarkstar X Charlie_Death)

Xanthor snorted as it crossed its arms slowly at the remark that the ideas were forgotten. They weren't quite forgotten from whatever planet they were from, it knew that for sure. It may be a feat to alter the power source of such inventions, but it isn't enough to claim one's own when they had the blueprints at their fingertips. My theories will have supporting evidence in due time, that I can assure you, Dr. Monroe. It responded in its usually sour tone. It couldn't quite come out and say that it had personally witnessed the different evolutionary paths one could take, that something larger than bacteria could live in the most corrosive acid on Earth given the right conditions in early evolution. Although it often found itself forgetting that it is only very recent that humans began to be open to the idea that life evolves based on its environment and survival needs. It scowled at the man when it was indirectly called a fraud. Colten Brent was the one that was a weak biologist, but he was tucked away somewhere else, happy and content that he doesn't have to do anything to achieve his dreams besides sleep and be a distant observer at times. Sometimes it could feel his mind stirring, asking questions, seeing what it sees, at least until he is satisfied and slips back into the emptiness of his unconscious. Another thing it had to bite its tongue about. It already slipped once that it was not really human and it wasn't about to do it again. It let Dr. Monroe storm off before returning to its lab. There was always comfort found in the calculated observations of the scientific method. A pity its kind had no use to study to such detail as they all will outlive most if not all lifeforms. It procured a sample of a desiccated tardigrade that had sat under a lamp for days. It wrote slowly the observations it saw in the tardigrade's state, how it didn't look any different from when it first went through its chemical hibernation. Its handwriting wasn't as fluid as Brent's had been, hell, when it first took control it had trouble learning to stand on its own. It may be able to inhabit the brain but it couldn't directly manipulate and access everything as if it is its own, it got dangerous. Brent had lost a few memories in Xanthor's attempts to use his brain as if it was its own. Apparently, the energy that makes up its being interfered with neuron activity and easily shorts out and damages pathways when manipulated for more than an hour. So everything became passive observation and slowly infusing itself into the very electrical activity being passed through the nervous system and a more physical manipulation of the body. Apparently, using itself to shock muscles into contracting was just fine by the brain, so long as it doesn't delve too deep into the sensitive and vulnerable organ. Xanthor looked up when Dr. Monroe entered the lab before turning back to its projects. It was about to introduce nutrient rich water to the heated and dried out organism, which demanded its full attention. As it wrote down its final observations, having been muttering to himself the whole time, it felt the muscles on the side of its head painfully and suddenly contract making its ear twitch at the sudden sound of Dr. Monroe speaking. The sensation was bizarre and fascinating as it had to have been left over from a more primitive state, but that wasn't what really caught its attention. It was the language. It heard it before, as it heard thousands, perhaps millions of languages spread about the universe. Although lacking vocal cords, it was able to learn each of them in the same method of energy osmosis that allowed it to gather knowledge from all beings. Someone once said words have power and that person couldn't be any more correct, as far as Xanthor could tell. Somewhere, a piece of it rang out, excited by the sound of a language that had not been encountered in centuries. It ceased all muscle movement, focused on recalling the information stored within itself to pull out the name of the species. Maatuk. What were they doing here on Earth? Most advanced species chose not to get involved with those that were still barbaric, so why now? Were they here to manipulate the human's technological evolution by providing the landmark achievements early on to speed up the process? That could be dangerous, it saw it happen and fail before. Where did you hear that? Xanthor spoke slowly and quietly. It didn't want to contaminate the human's progress, even with its own studies. That is precisely why it only focused on life on the planet and left everything else that was possible a mere 'theory'. So the last thing it wanted was Dr. Monroe to admit the existence of alien life where others can overhear.