[ WP ] After humans discover the genetic sequence that regulates age , the Galactic Biologists decide to reveal themselves and intervene . They send an envoy to Earth to explain why they created mankind with a limited lifespan in the first place ...

``... you've got to be shitting me,'' the UN chairman said in a flat tone. 
 
 The Envoy was prepared for such a response, per his training on how to interact with a human, but it was still difficult to contain his excitement. He had waited his entire life to finally meet one and there he was! The form the Galactic Biologists had chosen to give the Envoy was one of an overfed, yet unthreatening humanoid. He was a little pale... which only sharpened the odd, yet fascinating assembly of facial features reminiscent of cultures on opposing sides of the globe. The eyes were gently slanted, as if to insinuate an Asian or Pacific Island descent, but it were the vibrant purple irises really stole the show. 
 
 The Envoy cleared his throat and continued, `` I certainly do not mean to infer that your race's existence is... how would you put it... a joke? This is not my intended meaning, no no. The group that I represent is a very prestigious assembly of the most gifted minds my civilization is capable of.'' The envoy cleared what human doctors might biologically define as a throat and continued, `` Although the closest translation in your vernacular would be `` experiment'', this in itself is n't entirely accurate as it would insinuate a degree of uncertainty. Our Genetic Engineers were very deliberate in the placement of the alleles that your scientists have indubitably discovered. The only uncertainty involved were which species discovered this modification first.'' 
 
 The UN ambassador's head was reeling. At this particular moment, his mind moved to the snow-covered German landscape 1,200 feet above the top secret chamber where the conversation was taking place. He wondered how the world would change if this information were to get out. He knew the meeting was more of a courtesy on the Extra-terrestrial's side, considering what he had already witnessed of their capbilities. Nonetheless, he kept replaying the moment over and over again when he picked up the phone earlier that morning. He had no idea the kind of day he was about to have. 
 
 `` What do you mean'which species?'' the ambassador wanted to hear the alien say it. 
 
 `` Why, the other homeworlds of course!'' the Envoy replied. `` It would not be much of a... how would you put it... CONTEST! Yes, contest! If there were only one competitor!'' The Envoy's thin eyebrows were perched high on his pasty forehead. The corners of his mouth were frozen, open in an Cheshire cat grin that revealed an unrealistically set of straight, white teeth. `` How many other homeworlds are you responsible for? What do the victors win?'' he pauses, breaking eye contact for only a moment, `` what are the consequences of losing?'' The ambassador aimed the last question at the Envoy as if it were laser-sighted. 
 
 The Envoy, oblivious to the gravity of the circumstance, answered plainly. `` The civilizations that identify the genetic inhibitor receive the secrets of interstellar travel and are licensed to colonize their galaxy as they see fit. You are one of 31 other planets in this galaxy involved in the trial. I did not understand your most recent inquiry.'' 
 
 `` What are the consequences for losing?'' the ambassador repeated. The Envoy looked even more puzzled. `` Please forgive me. Although my neuronic implants allow me communicate in your native linguistics, there are imperfect translations.'' the alien paused for a moment, his facial expression scrunching up in though as if his nose had suddenly become a vacuum. Both the envoy and ambassador leaped in surprise as a sharp smacking sound came out of the corner of the room. 
 
 `` Sorry,'' one of the UN guards apologized sheepishly. The ambassador had entirely forgot they were there. `` Must have been a mosquito or something,'' the armed sentry trailed off. `` I'VE GOT IT!'' the envoy blurted out, startling the ambassador for the second time that decade. 
 
 `` That mosquito just'lost', as you put it.'' The ambassador became instantly aware of the ice suddenly pumping through is veins. 
 
 `` Where did my civilization place in this contest of yours?'' His voice was as dark and heavy as granite. 
 
 It was at this question that the Envoy produced what looked like a coin-shaped, metallic disc from seemingly nowhere. `` Seventh.'' he replied.
