The Long-Awaited Conference

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The director of PEIDB sat down on a chair, drumming his fingers impatiently on the black marble round table. He envisioned himself as King Arthur, helpless against Lancelot, and losing his Queen's love, only in his case, he was losing his power to some kid. The three-hour deadline was going to be up in five minutes and the other directors' seats were still empty. I'm going to get a new personal assistant, he thought.

The conference was to be held in his office, which, with simply a press of a button, turned into a nice conference room. His table was now beneath the floor where the black marble table now stood. But other than that, there was not much change other than the wheeling of chairs by the assistant who claimed repeatedly that the other directors were on their way.

At this moment, the three influential directors of SEB and the SC (Secret Council) walked in, respectively. They sat down together with him, forming a semicircle. They had just sat down when the automated glass door of the elevator slid open again and the Jupitian Prince walked in.

The other directors were all around sixty and strangely all in the pink of health and seemed far from any slowing down due to age.

They had completely white hair as if it was a sign of power and prestige and even, perhaps, wisdom. The SEB director was identifiable with navy blue lab coat that was elaborately decorated with badges and awards. The first SC director, on the other hand, appeared to be content with a black tuxedo. Although the oldest, his physical condition showed otherwise—his white beard, a contrast to his partner. The second director appeared most nonchalant of all. He wore a white tuxedo with neatly combed, side-parting hair.

The SEB director stood up angrily and demanded, "What is this? You people fear a mere boy? Utter disgrace! I'm leaving!"

As the SEB director was about to walk from his seat when he suddenly froze and sat down as if pushed by some invisible force. It was at this moment when the Jupitian Prince took his seat opposite the semicircle and said sternly and calmly, "You... will... sit... down...please. Now all of you have been called to this important conference for a purpose and walking out of this room would have dire consequences," the Jupitian Prince warned.

He got up and walked around the round table as he continued, "Let me give a briefing for why I have requested your presence here today. On the last intergalactic meeting, which Earth had been kindly omitted or had no knowledge of, the issue of trespassing was brought up along with the disrespect of privacy and life. Earth came into the limelight, as always. Yet the recent nuclear tests that you have authorized have had adverse contributions to the cosmic radiation severely affecting Mars. It was fortunate that they live beneath the surface or the consequences would be unthinkable."

"Now one of my missions is to inform you of the boundaries set, and sanctions that will be imposed. And, oh yes, in case you are not aware, one Jupitian warship is currently stationed on the Moon in stealth mode to level down your respective bases if you breach any of the intergalactic rules henceforth. It is your incentive to keep to them."

The Prince sat down opposite the directors again as he continued.

"The first issue here is your disrespect to the other planets. Because of your so-called curiosity, which was said to have killed the cat, you have sent space probes onto our planets. THIS IS TRESPASSING! In case you wondered why you lost contact with some satellites or probes, I'll just let you know that they have been blown up. Yes, some of the planets do look empty, take Mars for example, but did you not know that the Martians had moved their civilization underground? We are much more advanced being than you; we adapt to our environment, as you earthlings do to yours. Oxygen may be what you earthlings need, but it has become fatal to the Plutonians, which I know that you know by now, given the thousands of alien autopsies you have done. And still, I guess your little curiosity is not satisfied upon knowing our presence now and how and what we are - adapted Homo sapiens."

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