Elon Tanes, second-in-command of astrocruiser Neimus, awaited orders. “No.” Kalgron Rodar bit back a sigh. “She stays.” The Neimus would continue to orbit Earth until he determined how to proceed. Due to advancements in medicine and technology, his home planet, Ralos, had become overpopulated. They’d had such high hopes that Earth, inhabited by beings similar to Ralosians, would be suitable for settlement. But extensive study of Earth’s society and people had proved otherwise. The inhabitants of Earth had little tolerance for their own cultural differences, which often resulted in horrific wars. They certainly wouldn’t tolerate the Ralosians. The male subject they’d recently returned to Earth had been more accepting than most yet his fears had been profound. When the exomed discovered precancerous cells in his prostate, the man should have been overjoyed to receive treatment that would prevent the disease from attacking his body. Instead he’d screamed and acted as if the anal probe caused injury.
