"Okay. This. Is. Ridiculous."
President Ronald almost puckered his lips while he talked, his fingers moving in the air as he talked to his people.
"We are seriously considering sending someone with no diplomatic training as our representative… to the first extraterrestrial civilization that is both capable of and willing to engage with us?"
The president's confidants looked at each other, not really knowing what to answer him.
"And don't we have an entire division dedicated to first-contact protocols?" he continued, his tone flattening further. "Or was that just for show?"
For what it was worth… Adam agreed.
He wasn't fit for this. Not even remotely. He didn't know the first thing about diplomacy, about negotiations, about representing anything beyond himself. He was just a lab rat that got out. A mistake that learned how to survive.
So why—Why were people gravitating toward him?
Isn't it obvious? You're handsome. Shut up.
