[ WP ] `` To explore the universe , we had to sacrifice our humanity . And we did . ''

When the research team brought forth their model of the human, Argus was understandably concerned. `` What is this... thing?'' He looked at it with his skeletal face, permanently formed into a bony scowl. His recessed, dim red eyes were fixed in emotionless gaze upon the life-size clay statue. 
 
 He leaned over to get a better look. The little person had clammy, tan skin, and wore a black robe covering most of its body. Argus reached out with one of his four arms and pinched at some of the cloth with his talon-ended fingers. `` What is this, covering its body?'' 
 
 One of the archaeologists spoke up. `` We believe that they used cloth as a defense against temperature fluctuations.'' 
 
 `` Ridiculous,'' Argus scoffed. `` No wonder they're extinct.'' He took a few steps back, to get a better look at the figure. `` And you said they... breathed oxygen?'' 
 
 `` Yes sir.'' 
 
 `` How did they ever become space-faring then? It does n't make sense.'' 
 
 `` Well, we believe that they captured air in-'' 
 
 `` No,'' Argus interrupted the scientist. `` I do n't care, and I'm sure nobody else will. If I did n't trust you so much I would think you were making all up. I do n't know what this... thing, is, but it certainly is n't human. Get rid of your research, make up something more realistic and less embarrassing. Nobody can find out that we evolved from these... Earth creatures.''
