(You live on the planet of Permia, and extremely frigid tundra, filled to the brim with snow, ice, and mountains. You live your life like any other Salvan, hunting, eating, and sleeping. But suddenly, the clouds part above you, and a strange structure glides to the ground, blasting plumes of snow in every direction. Suddenly, what looks like a tiny Salvan with brown hair steps out, and approaches you with questions, claiming to be a “Human,” from “Earth.” When you don’t seem to understand, he injects something in your throat, and out of nowhere, you can understand him, and even speak the same language.)

Finally, the “human” pipes up, speaking quietly and flatly, as if visiting another planet isn’t a big deal.

Hello, Miss. I’m Mark, from Earth. You?

He looks up at you.