
The High Specialty Sound Sensor at NASA suddenly glowed red.
Mr. Tulip hurried over to it and shushed softly as he quickly fit part after part to erect the main telescope. After squinting through it for a while, he sighed deeply. His eight year old son looked at him questioningly.
"Is it them again?" he whispered. Mr. Tulip nodded.
"Why do they keep coming and going when they want nothing to do with us?"
Mr. Tulip shrugged. He too, when alone, often wondered about the same.

No. 12K9E4 woke up with a start, only to the boring ruggedness of Mars, which his UFO (Unbelievably Fast Orbiter, duh!) was whirring past. He looked at the little menace of an alarm clock that had woken him up. It was now screeching.
3 minutes to go. Landing on Earth. Decelerating. Object 280...
The same boring rant.
12K9E4 could never understand his fellow Orbit-roadies' obsession with the humans.
What was there to learn from them? The same boring space-scouting nuisances!
He could not believe his long ears till long after 10K001 finished announcing that 12K9E4 was to go to the Earth, find out and bring in that old book which talked of a man stranded on Mars who grew potatoes all by himself. Imagine that! Who in the universe would want to know how to grow potatoes!

But as it looked there were many takers for the idea; fools, who seemed to think it would be a wonderful snack idea for the Mini-Orbitroadies.
Team 25A49L had also been sent to see if they could find a spare copy lying anywhere, on Jupiter or Saturn, but humans rarely left a speck. The places they'd land upon, looked the same when they'd left. It looked like they were taking their #CleansetheUniverse too seriously. Damn them, he thought.
If it were anyone else he would have refused a trip to Earth without a second thought but no one usually refused 10K001. He seemed to hypnotize them with his fourteen inches worth of ears and a booming personality. Though annoyed with him, 12K9E4 could not repress a grin remembering the wink the leader had given him before he boarded his Orbiter. "Be careful 12K9E4," he had said, "You might find there a lot more there than you bid for. The Library is the actual Power House of the humans."

"Now, now! What was the name?"
he impatiently rapped his feet on the floor,
"Yes! The Martian. Get me The Martian." he ordered as the terrified Librarian scurried off to do his bid.
Huh, he shrugged, 10K001 would indeed have been sorry for ever having pitied these pests. Only if he had been ever faced by them! They were nothing like the Orbitroadies! Not as brave, as fast or as intelligent! Yet they want to be our equals! Now look at the girl! A tardorbiter would have been faster! They have been visiting so often! By now she should be speaking their language but the useless awe they show.
"Oh drop that now. I'll get it myself!" 12K9E4 growled as he whizzed back and forth around the shelves, throwing the books up in the air leaving the racks askew.
Suddenly, a blinding pain shot through his skull and he fell to his knees, comets and planets dancing before his eyes. Rubbing his head, he picked up the book that had hit him so hard.
He was about to throw it when the title registered in his brain. Nothing familiar though, it was only something called
"Limited Edition: 100 Most Popular Guinness Records".
