he slapped his palm against the steering wheel , wrapped his fingers around the curve , knuckles white . if he was right they clearly didnt care if we were alive , but what if they knew what we could do , would that change their minds ? i rise and make my way around the rock , bowing my head against the wind . called tug , he 's takin ' you home . only the most learned and powerful could engineer life , and only four or five ever managed to spawn what we would consider intelligent life . '' 