"No chance, bud," Jimmy was quick to answer, "I don't know you, you could be a pervert for all I know? Besides, I only show my penis to my girlfriends, and sometimes other women, if my agenda requires it."

Jimmy wanted to reject Terrence's request as kindly as he could. He needed this little alien to show him around the bunker, so despite the frantic request he made, he had to respect him, for the sake of his goal.

Oh well, okay, then, don't show me your penis." Terrence sighed.

Then, he had to ruin their collective effort to cooperate, by adding, "I thought that you were a special human, one that might have evolved past the over-sexualization of his body. I guess I was wrong? You may recognize, and work with technology that you're not supposed to work with, but you're still a caveman."

"Dude," Jimmy jerked his head back, shocked by Terrence's audacity, "What are you, a pedophile? What you said is the equivalent of telling a fourteen year old girl that she's very mature for her age. You can't manipulate me by degrading me. What's the matter with you? You haven't said anything creepy about being trapped in god's best creations, which are my girlfriend's tits, but you're practically begging to see my dick? I'm trying to work with you, Terrence, so you better not make me regret letting you live."

"Okay, okay…" Terrence waved his hands in front of him, "No need to get violent, we can work together, as long as it's not a total waste of my time. There is no god out there anyway, so I'd rather remain here, if you'll have me."

For an alien that was hundreds of years old, it was obvious that humility was one skill that Terrence hadn't yet learned. It was unlikely that he was going to learn it anytime soon, so Jimmy already plotted to squash him as soon as he learned everything he needed to know about this bunker. Some intelligent creatures truly didn't deserve to live, regardless of how old they were.

Jimmy played along, and hit him with the first line of questions, "Oh, there are Gods, Terrence, trust me on that, but let's not talk about that right now. Why don't you tell me how you ended up here? Were you made in a lab, or did they trap you to clone you?"

"It's funny that you think the invertebrates that trapped me are capable of creating life in a lab. They were absolute fools!" Terrence exclaimed, "The clone containers, as you call them, are as simple as mixing up carbon, oxygen, hydrogen, nitrogen, and several other elements together, with the help of a C-Grade artificial intelligence!"

Furthermore, he added, "Even a caveman such as yourself can work the containers! You press buttons, and the elements form live bodies, it's child's play! I learned how to do that when I was seven years old!"

"If you're so smart, how come the container made you smarter for a moment?" Jimmy asked, "You would've boosted your intelligence by yourself if you could."

"My intelligence is fluid, limitless," Terrence answered, "The average lifespan of my species is 47,200 years, Jimmy, and even that lifespan is artificial. I can clone myself a million times, and live forever, so, it doesn't matter if you boosted my intelligence or not, as in time, I will surpass whatever that darned container can offer."

After that, he concluded, "So to answer your question, no, I wasn't made in a lab. I was born on planet C-Albanus 199, in the Milky Way Galaxy, which is located roughly over 2.5 million light-years away from this wretched planet. I'm sure those names make no sense to you, but I was born beyond the skies."

"Oh, no, I understand you perfectly well, you seem to come from the same Galaxy I came from." Jimmy revealed, and although he didn't think about it, this was the first time he admitted to someone other than Anna that he wasn't from this world. "May I ask, what Galaxy is this planet in? The planet we're standing on."

"Andromeda, of course," Terrence answered, "Wait, you're not from this Galaxy either? Have I been rash to assume that you're a simple caveman? Did you crash-land too?"

"You can say that," He nodded, "Or you can say that I pissed off a Forgotten God, as it called itself. I'm not supposed to be here, not at all, but I will make the best out of it."

"I find your claims hard to believe," Terrence added, "But you do portray skills of an under-developed human. In terms of technological advances, I mean. I won't bother guessing which backward human planet you came from, there are over 12,000 of them in the Milky Way Galaxy, so I do not care to know about your stupid planet. Keep it to yourself… It fascinates me how the universe always seems to align itself just to give apes a shot at proper evolution, only for them to bomb themselves back to the stone age almost every time! 17 million times the charm, right? The result has to turn out different after 17 million blasting tries!"

"You're throwing a lot at me, Terrence," He scratched his head, as he tried to process everything, "Are you saying that there are 17 million human civilizations spread across the universe? That's insane!"

"You misunderstood me," Terrence sighed, "There are 17 million civilizations of humans across the 2,100 Galaxies under our jurisdiction. As for the total amount across the universe? I don't know. The thing with an infinite universe, is that it's truly infinite, and it even puts the theory of an infinite number of universes to shame. I mean, our universe is so big, that we could be having this conversation a million times over, in different bodies, different circumstances. Who knows? We could be having the same conversation where humans are as big as dinosaurs, and dinosaurs are as small as humans? This is the true meaning of infinity, it has no end, and the possibilities are, well, infinite."

"Who gives a crap anyway? The universe certainly doesn't." He then added, "It'll keep giving apes a chance to evolve regardless of the fact that 97% of them bomb themselves to extinction. Mother Universe won't correct her mistakes, even if the rest of us suffer through eons to stop the damned apes from bombing themselves, only for them to bomb themselves anyway."

Jimmy was overloaded with unprompted, and even unwanted information at this point. He could literally feel his brain aching, even though that was supposed to be physically impossible! He was fascinated by how he started out as considering Terrence a pervert, to considering him a genius beyond the human-made IQ bellcurve! This encounter with him remained unpredictable in its nature.

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