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"This one is quite exquisite... A masterful representation of evolution," a slightly crooked creature marveled.

"They are overly complex, if the truth must be said. Complexity is innovation's greatest enemy," the other alien said.

"Quite true, quite true... But complexity can stitch the gaps of ignorance. At least for a time," the slightly crooked creature retorted.

"Let us begin the probing... You've locked them away I take. These viruses are quite unique; the one that red-eyed one contracted is quite metamorphic. That is one virus I do not wish to treat," the other alien said jesturing towards their specimen, while marveling at the reddened eyes. The redness only intensified by the general bloodshotness of the specimen's body.

"Well put... Kindly deploy the laser. First that red-haired man you were quite curious about I think," the slightly crooked creature asked of his assistant.

"Incision along the width or the length? I feel that a length might be more suitable in this case," the other alien added.

"By all means, proceed," the laser hummed as it created a minute incision along the length of the red-eyed man. His eyes were quite a marvel to the aliens. 'The perfect color' was the title the aliens had bestowed upon them. To most humans however, the name would have been 'blood-red.' They were such a masterpiece that the aliens agreed not to examine the inner workings.

"Aha. That is an intricate device. Look at the wondrous synchronization. Quite extraordinary," the slightly crooked creature murmured.

"Look at it flutter. It is as if this spectacular piece of evolution is slowly spiraling towards its end. Alas, that virus is quite deadly. That intricacy is quite weary from its beleaguered days. Let it rest," the other alien sympathized.

"Hm, reverse that my valued assistant. I'll fetch our blue-eyed intelligence," the slightly crooked creature commanded.

"Yes, yes. I'll set the poor being free. Perhaps we should remove the being from its misery? It will happen quite soon, I'd imagine. Do you agree?" the other alien contemplated.

"I say this being's life was contained on the below planet, and should terminate there as well," the slightly crooked creature replied, much to the other's dismay. The survival rate of that poor, but good at heart, was very minuscule, perhaps measured in blinks of the eye if not numbers on the clock.

"Let us proceed to this blue-eyed intelligence. I shall examine those inlets of light momentarily, let us digress unto the central cavity," the other alien began.

"Quite an acceptable course, let us waste no further time with banter," the slightly crooked creature did say.

"Of course, laser activated," the other alien finished. He guided the light downwards and split the chest cleanly in apart.

"Mmm, I see. This one does not have that irregular beat, off centered would be more adequate. Yes. This intelligence operates with the consistency and punctuality of a production plant," the slightly crooked creature admired.

"Yes quite. I find the regularity trite all the same. I do say the other's beat, if stronger, would be the more interesting of the two. However, with efficiency as the utmost standard, this one is capable. Let us progress to these blueish eyes," the alien pressed a small button. A needle descended towards the eye.

"I do not like these particular pigments. Inefficient. This combination is very elegant though," the slightly crooked figure announced.

"Mm, this alignment isn't the most adaptable. However, I detect this arrangement is very well suited for a larger, more complete spectrum. It is a marvel to behold," the other alien did say, "However, this being is quite trite. Nothing is unordinary."

"Perhaps the third shall quench your appetite for that elusive abnormality. It is the last I managed to obtain. Quite dull. Mud colored eyes," the slightly crooked creature sighed. As the procedure progressed, the other alien became increasingly animated.

"Ah ha. Yes, this is very well done. The stronger pulsation that the original lacked, it slightly more in time, though, for efficiency's sake; it is very much an evolution original. These mud colored eyes are eminently sparkled. Very well done. This sets the standard," the other alien admired, adoring the blue eyes that the majority of people would love to have. 

"The blue eyed sets the standard, if I may be so rude. Its efficiency, in general, is exceedingly superior to the others. Why just notice the steady beats of the central intricacy-"

"I must say, that evolution's purpose is functional beauty, not corporate efficiency!" the other alien did proclaim.

"But what is nature, but a delicate balancing act? The grandest scale of supply and demand, efficiency curves the demand. While this ‘beauty' inhibits it. Efficiency is the catalyst of life. All must assimilate unto its might!" the slightly crooked creature declared.

"But not so. Beauty may sacrifice some of the population, but it does drive the need to discover, to enhance. That is but a small fee for the development of a galaxy," the other alien argued.

"Perhaps you'd like to prove the point within your own body?" the slightly crooked creature grinned, turning the laser on its pivot point.

*Rough Copy

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Posted by Yanu 2008-01-10 13:54:03 Wow! I fell in love with both characters (the dialog is genius); something essential in every story. The concept you bring forth is intriguing as well. The are a few things that need polishing; but, it is a 'rough copy'. On to the next story. + Report this comment
Posted by Dirkin 2008-01-10 16:46:55 .... Some interesting mysteries in this tale. I think at first of the obvious, aliens examining humans. But reading again how can I be sure of that? The nature of beauty against supply and demand is an interesting point too. + Report this comment
Posted by tarhead 2008-01-10 17:43:04 yep! Chris, you did it again. that was great, rough or rough not. the dialogue was perfect, in fact, fun too read - kinda like to old british doctors riding together in a carriage debating whether chocolate should be sweet or not. your alien types were quite polite. write on! and if you replace this (in it's present location) let us know... *forgive the contraction - I had a lapse... + Report this comment

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