Somewhere safe...in the italian neighbourhood...secret transmissions fly through the wireless...
"team 1, report"
"team 1, ready to go"
"safe channel?"
"safer than ever".
"infrastructures inbound, ready to grab, eta, ZZ.YY.XX"
"got it. We are preparing caches for recoveries"
"do hide them well team 1"
"yessir."
"overlord 1 out"
*connection terminated*
somewhere near the italian Dictator's desk
"what's this? mails of adoring fans, mails of adoring childrens, mails of...adoring daughters? sheesh, we're bound by blood, they can't go on asking me to marry them!"
"well, they have been genetically altered to love you deeply haven't they?"
"you are right Original n°2"
"thank you, father"
"now, on to the new topic, what do we do with the pscr message?"
"it's an exponential problem. if we were the only one to catch the bargain, we could alway throw to them useless tech and grab their own...problem being that the research lab given, one is not much, but if all nations were to agree..."
"you see the point, we agree, they get forward in science and you do know that..."
"knowledge is power"
"good lad! so, what do we do?"
"well, we did say we would never intervene nor do anything to neighbourhood countries as long as we would be left in peace"
"precisely. and so you know what we are going to do with all this paper?"
"send it back?"
"burn it in the chimney and forget it arrived"
"thats...you're testing me aren't you?"
"who knows..." *With a wide grin*
"well, we could, instead, send a nice "sorry, but no" back, written in Legal-ese, and politic-esque, and then find a way to make other nations refuse the offer, while not directly involving ourselves."
"and how do you think we could do that?"
"i...don't know father"
"well my child, it's fairly easy. you aim at the people. no government wants to show himself weak to it's own people. that's why...you make the people Hear out the problem, and you feed them the solution subconsciously..."
"and how do we do that father?"
"oh come on...FILMS! now go and ask the studios to start sending on the air science-fiction films were it's said that it is a really bad idea to give away technology to an alien race in fear for retaliation. and games! deliver a little bit around copies of galactic civilization, with a phamplet that states "the terran federation gave hyperspace to everyone, that didn't turn to peace did it?" and so on...come on, you are my son right?"
"yes father. i'll see to that"
"oh...and do it MORE SUBTLY than what i told you"
"yes father" and with a light bow Original n°2 left the secret headquarters in the depth of the vesuvio.
"good child, a little bit on the experimental side, but he'll be fine...yes..." sipping a glass of liquor, as he stared at his palm.
it's so sad to age, isn't it? will eternity ever be reached? i have high hopes for you, my child, do not fail me. none of my childrens will fail me...that i hope...
(yes, i am soo enjoying getting on the nerves of those who have no clue what i am talking about, panopticon however is certainly rotfling. >.>)