Terry: What do you mean?  I am human.

Gyl: Oh, sh~

Terry: 's alright.  I'm fro

Gyl: Okay, okay, I'm not interogating for confirmation nor interested.  Just never seen one of you up here.

Terry: Yeah.  I'm the only one.

Gyl: Wait, what...?

Terry: Yeah, the guy who gave it to me... needed more suncream I thought... turned out, alien, giving me a spaceship.  Said I could make, y'know, another of it, just like that, and, gift the whole of who ma~ humanity, and, y'know, if i wanted.

Gyl: Yeah, exactly.  You... You're the seed choice for...  for technological re-emancipation after the suppression every~ well, nearly every~, everyish subliminatory civilisation goes through... we help them crack through with what they already should know, what they're ready to know, we all do, it's the only decent thing to do, watching that happen, worldwide to a world of sentients.

Terry: Yeah, that guy, hey, you dont look like him do you?

Gyl: How wou~ Why wou~ Whhhh

Terry: Yeahnevermind, that guy, he, was yackin' on like you were just then too...  seed of the... one plus two and multiexpo, subimation thing, yeah, yeah, I get it.  I do.  

Gyl:  . . .

Terry: I fumble the words, but I get it.   Right now... I'm the only one with this technology.

Gyl:  oh god, we're dealing with a type 0 civilisation.

Terry: Now now, no need insultin.    He kindly explained that too.  Expleted it and explained it.   Exteepal ex exte exet expele, expl, expleleletedeted...

Gyl:  You have impared yourself on intoxicants of some form.

Terry:  Just jack, officer, mostly.   zzzz.

Gyl:  Oh poor humans... should... should I give them another... ... I could... but... but what if it's not a joke... Type 0.  I hyped... but... maybe it's just the intoxicant.  I'll decide later, when Terry wakes up.  Revived and restored from his inebriation.