The strange purple, part-mechanical beings from Cosmos Redshift 7 had tilted heads as they looked down on what appeared to be Layton lying on a cold operating table.
Bleep. Whirr. Granzik, I think the specimen looks better this way, don’t you think? Whirr. Bleep.
Bloop. Click-clack. True, Krik’ok. It is my personal opinion that you have outdone yourself. This piece is a work of functional art. Click-clack. Bloop.
Bleep. Buzz. Indeed. The highly illogical trajectory of this species’ evolution has resulted in an overabundance of inefficiencies, which I believe I, with your help, Granzik, have corrected. Buzz. Bleep.
Bloop. Clank. Look, Krik’ok. The specimen’s globular section is moving. It appears it’s attempting to communicate. Clank. Bloop.
Bleep. Whirr. Excellent observation, Granzik. Let us temporarily detach the five-limbed appendage affixed to its oral cavity. Whirr. Bleep.
Granzik proceeded to slice away at Layton’s head using a shiny red laser scalpel, which did the job proficiently.
“Ahem, thank you, good sirs. I was really having trouble speaking there with my hand attached to my mouth.”
Bleep. Whirr. Fascinating, Granzik. The specimen is convinced it has need for a means of expression. Whirr. Bleep.
Bloop. Click-clack. Indeed. Why would it need to convey its primitive, illogical thoughts? Click-clack. Bloop.
Uh, well, you know, how could I say ‘no’ to all of this, er, experimentation if I can’t articulate–
Bleep. Whirr. It seems to be under the delusion that it can affect the state of things if it speaks? Whirr. Bleep.
Bloop. Clank. Oh, come now, Krik’ok. Surely, it can’t be THAT deluded? We have already plotted its species’ future and it would not even be capable of reversing its planet’s current climatic course to a biotic crisis. Clank. Bloop.
Uh, excuse me. Wh-what did you mean by that? B-biotic cri… Are you referring to climate change? Are we going to die from cli–
Bleep. Buzz. I wish we could make it understand that affixing its five-limbed appendage to its oral cavity is a more efficient way to expend its biochemical energy, Granzik. Buzz. Bleep.
Bloop. Click-clack. Agreed. Instead of straining itself trying to talk, it could use its appendage to harness resources for us. Click-clack. Bloop.
Ahem, EXCUSE ME again, k-kind sirs, but what do you mean by that? Harnessing resources? Like, am I g-going to work for you now?
Bleep. Whirr. Granzik, did you just hear it say “now?” It seems the specimen is unaware it has been working for us all this time. Whirr. Bleep.
Bloop. Click-clack. Quite amusing, don’t you think? What does it think it has been doing all this time? Something productive? Click-clack. Bloop.
Bleep. Buzz. Quite amusing! Buzz. Bleep.
Hey! Yes! Of course I’ve been doing something productive with my life! I have a fiancée. We’re going to get married. We’ve been saving up, s-so we could afford a.. a decent wedding! And we-we’re going to buy a house, and-and..
Bloop. Clank. Krik’ok, I believe this species is describing its primitive courtship ritual. Clank. Bloop.
Bleep. Whirr. And a means to prolong its biological existence with its mate. Whirr. Bleep.
Bloop. Click-clack. Indeed, a juvenile fantasy! Click-clack. Bloop.
Bleep. Buzz. Its species doesn’t deserve to thrive, Granzik. Buzz. Bleep.
Bloop. Clank. Agreed. Good thing we replaced its reproductive organ with its limb originally designated for locomotion. Clank. Bloop.
WHAT? SO THAT’S WHY I CAN’T FEEL ANYTHING BELOW THERE BECAUSE MY FOOT IS IN MY DI–
Bleep. Whirr. That was an inspired medical suggestion by you, Granzik. I applaud your efforts. Now the specimen can use its libidinal drive to transport itself wherever we please it to be. Whirr. Bleep.
Bloop. Click-clack. Affirmative, Krik’ok. I recommend we place it in Nognon-9, so we can further study its behavior in isolation. Click-clack. Bloop.
Bleep. Buzz. Granzik, isn’t organic matter absent in Nognon-9? How can the specimen sustain itself in that bare wasteland? Buzz. Bleep.
Bloop. Click-clack. Oh, forgive me, Krik’ok. I forgot to tell you that when you went to the bathroom, I replaced the specimen’s stomach with an ancient radio device from its planet. Therefore, it cannot experience hunger anymore. Click-clack. Bloop.
Bleep. Buzz. Brilliant! Instead, it can listen to sad music from its planet. Buzz. Bleep.
Bloop. Clank. Exactly! Clank. Bloop.
WHY YOU DIRTY, LITTLE–
Bleep. Whirr. I would also like to take this opportunity, Granzik, to disclose that when you went to the spaceship’s deck to smoke, I replaced the specimen’s outer covering with polyester. I mean it doesn’t really need a tactile sense, right? Whirr. Bleep.
Bloop. Click-clack. Why, of course, Krik’ok. Why should it? It’s not like it needs comfort. Click-clack. Bloop.
Bleep. Buzz. Definitely. Buzz. Bleep.
Bloop. Clank. Also, when you took a drink in the pantry I put the specimen’s nose in the vicinity of its buttocks. Clank. Bloop.
Bleep. Whirr. Granzik, pray tell what’s the purpose of that adjustment? Whirr. Bleep.
Bloop. Click-clack. Absolutely nothing. It was done purely for the heck of it. Click-clack. Bloop.
Bleep. Buzz. Granzik, I love the way you optimize subjects! Buzz. Bleep.
Bloop. Clank. Thank you, Krik’ok. Bloop. Clank.
SO THAT’S WHY IT SMELLS SO BAD IN HERE I’LL KI–
Bleep. Whirr. So Granzik, shall we continue with the final touch? Whirr. Bleep.
THE FINAL TOUCH? WHAT FINAL TOUCH?
Bloop. Click-clack. Certainly. You may proceed with replacing its heart with a cracked mug, Krik’ok. Click-clack. Bloop.
A-A CRACKED M-MUG? A CRACKED MUG?!
Bleep. Buzz. That should effectively kill all its hopes and dreams. I wonder if it will survive, Granzik? Buzz. Bleep.
Bloop. Clank. I highly doubt it, Krik’ok, but the tests should confirm. Clank. Bloop.
NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOO!
And Krik’ok went on to use the shiny red laser scalpel on Layton’s chest as Granzik held the cracked mug ready.
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