Human-alien encounters -- Fiction; Science fiction; Short stories
Monsieur Duclos nodded. "He is right. We must consider the need to send
perfect physical specimens." He looked down at his own small and bent
body. "Gentlemen," he said wryly, "has it occurred to you that none of
us here at this conference are suitable to be represented among the
thousand?"
They ignored him.
A pale faced delegate in black, who had thus far said nothing, spoke
up softly, "I have been instructed to inform you that our organization
demands that all of the colonists be of the true faith."
His words were drowned by the shouting of half a dozen of the
conference delegates. Loud above them all could be heard the bellow of
Maxim Gregoroff.
"Our Union now includes the population of approximately half the world.
Our allotment, consequently, will be five hundred colonists, of the one
thousand. We will choose them by our own methods."
Lord Harriman murmured, "Undoubtedly, by starting at the top of the
party membership list and taking the first five hundred names beginning
with your leader."
The President of the United States ran his hand through his hair and
then roughly down the side of his face. A messenger handed him a slip
of paper. He read it and intensified his pounding on the table.
"Gentlemen," he shouted. "If Professor Manklethorp is through, we have
here a request from the International Physical Culture Society to have
their representative heard."
"I know," Sven Carlesen said. "He wants all of the colonists to be able
to chin themselves twenty-five times as the first requisite."
* * * * *
At the end of the five year period the space ship came again, settling
into the identical field where it had first landed. This time a
delegation awaited it, and a multitude that stretched as far as the eye
could see.
A telepathic message came from the visitor from space almost
immediately.
_Choose from your number three representatives to discuss the situation
with us._
Within ten minutes, three advanced and entered the ship by way of a
port that opened before them as they approached. Among their number
was Pierre Duclos. A passage stretched before them, and, seeing no
one, they hesitated a moment before following it to its further end.
Monsieur Duclos led the way, depending only slightly on his cane to aid
his bent body.
A door opened and they were confronted by the figure of a man seated
at a desk. It was several moments before they realized that the entity
before them was masked so cleverly that they had been led to believe
him human.
He said in faultless English, "I note that you have penetrated my
disguise. I thought it would be easier for you if I hid my true
appearance. Until your people are used to alien life forms, I must use
this measure."
Monsieur Duclos bowed. "We appreciate your consideration, but I assure
you that our...."
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