Negotiating a Relocation
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charisstomaTitle: Negotiating a Relocation
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 497
He cleared his throat. It wasn’t every day a person sat across a table from imaginary persons. Of course, looking to his left and right at the representatives of his production community, the persons probably were thinking the same thing, if they even knew what elves were.
“So,” he began. “Antarctica is a large space,” he grinned in amusement, space. If anyone knew about space…. Then again they might be thinking in comparison to where they were from… “We’re a small, for the most part seasonal, operation with high output. Off season is mainly research into consumer behavior and retail trends. With the North Polar ice sheet shrinking, we’ll need to relocate. Global Warming is stressing the North Polar environment. Polar Bear are getting hungry and my herd of reindeer and staff would be endangered as the bear look for other prey to eat.”
He scanned the large eyed faces to see if what he was trying was getting through to them. “Do you understand me?, he asked hesitantly.
“Yes.” There was a pause. “You wish for us to welcome your presents,” darned if the speaker’s mouth didn’t seem to grin faintly, “in an area of your planet that is currently underdeveloped except for our occupational areas.”
“Yes.” He nodded back at the speaker. “Would you allow us to relocate our community and operations here to the South Pole and avail ourselves of the geothermal energy for infrastructure support and production? Is there something that we could provide in compensation?”
“You have magic?”
“Arthur C. Clarke said, ‘Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.’, and I’m told that someone known as Genius Girl has said, ‘’Any sufficiently analyzed magic is indistinguishable from science!’,"
The face in front of Kris became blank, so he hurriedly clarified, "Any technology, no matter how primitive, is magic to those who don't understand it." and was relieved to see that the others seemed to nod in understanding.
“We would welcome you relocation to this polar area if your magical technology could augment our efforts to remain undetected by the transient indigenous population.”
Kris grinned, “we have a lot of experience flying under the indigenous population’s radar. Any reports of monitoring our yearly flight on the 25th of December from the North Pole are a fabrication by a military segment known as NORAD. It should be no problem to extend our expertise at camouflaging our mutual existence here at the South Polar region.”
“Then we have a mutual pact,” the leader of the Alien observers nodded, then paused as his second touched his arm. He looked at Kris in what seemed embarrassment, “I am asked to inquire if our base contingent might be included in the seasonal gifting.”
Raising his brows in surprise, Kris Kringle asked, “production, delivery, monitoring or receiving?”
“Yes.”
“Yes? All of those options?”
“Yes.”
“We pay in cookies and milk and hot cocoa.”
“Excellent,” was responded and yes that was a smile on the Alien representative leader’s face.
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 497
He cleared his throat. It wasn’t every day a person sat across a table from imaginary persons. Of course, looking to his left and right at the representatives of his production community, the persons probably were thinking the same thing, if they even knew what elves were.
“So,” he began. “Antarctica is a large space,” he grinned in amusement, space. If anyone knew about space…. Then again they might be thinking in comparison to where they were from… “We’re a small, for the most part seasonal, operation with high output. Off season is mainly research into consumer behavior and retail trends. With the North Polar ice sheet shrinking, we’ll need to relocate. Global Warming is stressing the North Polar environment. Polar Bear are getting hungry and my herd of reindeer and staff would be endangered as the bear look for other prey to eat.”
He scanned the large eyed faces to see if what he was trying was getting through to them. “Do you understand me?, he asked hesitantly.
“Yes.” There was a pause. “You wish for us to welcome your presents,” darned if the speaker’s mouth didn’t seem to grin faintly, “in an area of your planet that is currently underdeveloped except for our occupational areas.”
“Yes.” He nodded back at the speaker. “Would you allow us to relocate our community and operations here to the South Pole and avail ourselves of the geothermal energy for infrastructure support and production? Is there something that we could provide in compensation?”
“You have magic?”
“Arthur C. Clarke said, ‘Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.’, and I’m told that someone known as Genius Girl has said, ‘’Any sufficiently analyzed magic is indistinguishable from science!’,"
The face in front of Kris became blank, so he hurriedly clarified, "Any technology, no matter how primitive, is magic to those who don't understand it." and was relieved to see that the others seemed to nod in understanding.
“We would welcome you relocation to this polar area if your magical technology could augment our efforts to remain undetected by the transient indigenous population.”
Kris grinned, “we have a lot of experience flying under the indigenous population’s radar. Any reports of monitoring our yearly flight on the 25th of December from the North Pole are a fabrication by a military segment known as NORAD. It should be no problem to extend our expertise at camouflaging our mutual existence here at the South Polar region.”
“Then we have a mutual pact,” the leader of the Alien observers nodded, then paused as his second touched his arm. He looked at Kris in what seemed embarrassment, “I am asked to inquire if our base contingent might be included in the seasonal gifting.”
Raising his brows in surprise, Kris Kringle asked, “production, delivery, monitoring or receiving?”
“Yes.”
“Yes? All of those options?”
“Yes.”
“We pay in cookies and milk and hot cocoa.”
“Excellent,” was responded and yes that was a smile on the Alien representative leader’s face.
