Lunch With An Alien

We’d returned again to planet Muton to collect data from our camera/waterer and also to re-engineer it such that it wouldn’t break, because it was a spherical live sensor. And when I was walking with my oxygen mask in my bold, white astronaut suit I thought I saw in the distance a very non-dangerous alien, quite tall for an alien but rather primitive in its functionality, although it could see and had ears and a mouth. I started slowly over to it, approaching it quietly with no hand or arm gestures, but never expected it to talk to me. I felt so much on my own then and without a superior. Laid out all over A chance to revere with poise My guts used well, long I was just about there and so I opened the slot in my helmet which would let me be heard by an alien upon my speech, after I had attached my mouth piece, similar to a Great Wartime ear piece. “Hello.” and it said “Chomps.” I inquired “How are you?” and it replied “Fine today, would you like some lunch?” It took me by shimmying along to a rock table, where we sat to eat, and so we started to eat the consos, which it had magically produced on the plate, squash which was a mix of plantoids, and dashkin, a white, soft snow like carbohydrate. I asked if it ate here everyday, but it claimed to imagine what it wanted to eat, then to self-create its food in its inner chest, then by mind to direct and move it from there into its stomach bag. You only had lunch if you wished to talk, because there were three of them. English is common Meaning more relational Must be logical We discussed helium, sulphate, biospheres and plant-cell life, and after I’d described them, it proffered its view of plastics. I asked it to educate me about rock formation and minerals, and at that I turned on my iRecorder which I just remembered I must use since I’d been ordered to record any alien activity or interactions. We were prepared for alien life, it was not as if we were not, but I was off-guard with surprise and shock at its good English, at its internal creation of food, and at its definition of a meal which was only rather than primarily for conversation. I had eyes like it, ears, a mouth and we both had just one stomach bag. It had no legs or arms, but could levitate food up to its mouth and manipulate any object or rock. Was this a more advanced life form, or was it less intelligent? I didn’t know, and so i kept the question for my superior. Able to move, speak, No limbs, with overt muscle But with time for me