A normal, but well-educated guy teaches the aliens about humanity while keeping the feds from deciding to kill you.
Teacher of Humanity: (No SV, you are teaching the alien teenagers about the human race)
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You didn't know browsing left-wing websites and some good old fashioned internet piracy would get you killed one day, but here you are. Guess you should have gotten a VPN after all, huh champ?
That's one thought among legions of others running through your head at the moment but it's the one you find yourself focusing on the most for some reason. Probably a psychological mechanism to avoid having to contemplate the dreadful circumstances you now find yourself in. After all, a bunch of men in the most high-tech military gear you've ever seen breaking into your house in the middle of the night and kidnapping you did not inspire much confidence in the likelihood of your continued health and well-being. Before you knew it, you were knocked out with some chloroform and upon waking found yourself handcuffed to a desk with a very-stern looking man in a suit glaring at you from the other side of the room. And that brings you to your present state.
"Good morning Arthur Lennings." the man says in the grumpiest voice you have ever heard. "I'm sure you have many questions and we can answer them in time, but first let me assure you that you are in no physical danger right now."
Considering that the men who kidnapped you didn't just shoot you in the head when they came into your room, he's probably speaking at least a version of the truth. That doesn't stop you from hyperventilating, and saying between gasps for air, "What do you want with me? Why am I here? Who are you?"
The man rubs his temples and says in a bored but clear tone of voice, "I am authorized to inform you that I represent a branch of the United States military not currently known to the public. As for your purpose for being here... we need you to teach aliens about humanity." Total silence permeates the room. Then, in a pathetic, almost mewling voice you ask, "Is this a joke?"
Ignoring your question he presses a button on the desk and says, "Aright Vavezhksio, you can enter." upon which the door opens, and a green humanoid with pitch black eyes walks into the room.
"Greetings Arthur Lennings. My name is Vavezhksio, from the homeland of Uchuchi. You have been selected to teach us about any subject of your choosing. We understand that you have received a Bachelor's degree in arts from Woodsdale college.
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That's one thought among legions of others running through your head at the moment but it's the one you find yourself focusing on the most for some reason. Probably a psychological mechanism to avoid having to contemplate the dreadful circumstances you now find yourself in. After all, a bunch of men in the most high-tech military gear you've ever seen breaking into your house in the middle of the night and kidnapping you did not inspire much confidence in the likelihood of your continued health and well-being. Before you knew it, you were knocked out with some chloroform and upon waking found yourself handcuffed to a desk with a very-stern looking man in a suit glaring at you from the other side of the room. And that brings you to your present state.
"Good morning Arthur Lennings." the man says in the grumpiest voice you have ever heard. "I'm sure you have many questions and we can answer them in time, but first let me assure you that you are in no physical danger right now."
Considering that the men who kidnapped you didn't just shoot you in the head when they came into your room, he's probably speaking at least a version of the truth. That doesn't stop you from hyperventilating, and saying between gasps for air, "What do you want with me? Why am I here? Who are you?"
The man rubs his temples and says in a bored but clear tone of voice, "I am authorized to inform you that I represent a branch of the United States military not currently known to the public. As for your purpose for being here... we need you to teach aliens about humanity." Total silence permeates the room. Then, in a pathetic, almost mewling voice you ask, "Is this a joke?"
Ignoring your question he presses a button on the desk and says, "Aright Vavezhksio, you can enter." upon which the door opens, and a green humanoid with pitch black eyes walks into the room.
"Greetings Arthur Lennings. My name is Vavezhksio, from the homeland of Uchuchi. You have been selected to teach us about any subject of your choosing. We understand that you have received a Bachelor's degree in arts from Woodsdale college.
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