The door slid shut with a hiss and a thud. There were gurgles from behind meshes and grilles. The red light flashed faster and faster, a red strobe that matched the wail of the siren. “I am not an alien”, repeated David. Lights slowed, sirens fell silent. “Thank you.”
alien
Complicated
It’s not complicated, said the alien. We created airports to run our stress engines. When we need more, we just whisper “security”.