“Then how, Mr. Reed,” Jakob murmured, “can you propose utilizing their technology and this ship to ‘take over the world’? Something of a traditionally juvenile masculine fantasy, I might add. Or do you simply wish to become king?” The initial shock of Reed’s declaration behind him, he once more sipped at his tea.

Reed wasn’t fazed. “By utilizing the same method the aliens did during our first contacts. Bluff. And I don’t need to be king.” He grew more animated, now gesticulating with both hands. “See, if one of us tried to get themselves crowned king of the world, or all of us anointed a commissariat of four, there would inevitably be pushback. Despite the perception of overwhelming alien power, some folks would resist. It wouldn’t take much. As you’ve correctly pointed out, the aliens on this ship intend to depart as soon as they’ve put us back on the ground. I just said ‘take over the world’ to get your attention.”

“In that you have succeeded.” Dev spoke while chewing his mystery roll. “Then if your actual goal and your intent is not as announced, what is it?”

Reed lowered his voice. “The aliens are going away, but what if we tell the folks on the ground that they’re leaving open the option to come back one day? To restock their stores, or take in a movie, or whatever. And that in their absence they need some folks to look after their interests here. To travel around the planet and make recordings for them or draw up lists of possible supplies they might need in the future. Local people to act as their representatives. People who would need to be assisted in their work, have their harmless efforts facilitated, on penalty of unspecified retribution if said work is not properly carried out.” He paused for impact. “People like us.”

Katou-Zimmer found herself beaten to a response by Dev. “Even if we were interested in participating in such a deceit, what would be the point? Speaking for myself, I am looking forward to returning to my work.”

“Really?” Reed stared hard at his colleague. “Your ‘work’? With all that implies? Meeting schedules, racing to make appointments, living on a set government salary, hoping they don’t take away your health care or reduce your retirement? Having to keep your mouth shut while taking directions from people who you know are dumber than you and who only got their jobs through political appointments or family connections?”

Forced to consider his colleague’s challenge, Dev cast a surreptitious glance in the direction of the Zimmers and was surprised to see that they were gazing quietly in his direction waiting for him to respond.

“As opposed to what?” he finally said.