The anger Elysia quickly dissipated as Gilgamesh mentioned her being form another planet. How could that be, the simulator never was programed with earthlings knowing who they were. Ever since space travel was perfected to the point of traveling to other habitable planets with signs of life, it was a strictly followed rule that the identity of who they were and where they were from was to be kept as a secret and the punishment was severe to the point that only twice the rule has been broken. Once, when an explorer lost a device while exploring earth and another at a far off planet governed by cannibalistic creatures that tried to capture an explorer. Sure, there were times that they revealed themselves to another planet, that is after a long and taxing meeting where the Council weighed the pros and cons of doing so and usually only if the such planet was advanced enough and were able accept her world and their culture. Earth was close to join the list of planets in consideration but still lacked in many ways that would make interacting with earth dangerous if they knew the power they held.

The man knowing that she wasn’t from Earth seemed impossible and seemed to be an error in the programing. Maybe they were testing her to see how she would respond if a speculation was made against her but that seemed illogical considering the fact that she was a warrior and not an explorer. She didn’t have to learn to interact with people that way since she would never face a circumstance such as that in real life. 

Whatever was going on, she knew that either the new program still had many bugs in it or someone was intentionally screwing with her during the situation. The faulty test didn’t tell her what her objectives was at the beginning nor did it allow her to reach her database when she tried to bring up files of the current situation and finally a person was talking to her about being from another planet. There were other minor bits and pieces and things that needed to be improved to get the best a person could out of the simulation but before someone could worry about that, there were more severe issues that needed to be fixed either by a techie or someone being fired. 

However that didn’t answer how she should respond to her current situation. Should she continue the simulation and ride it out until the end or abort the simulation and see if someone could fix the issue. She didn’t want to abort her simulation if the person in charge was causing the fault. Knowing that all the mistakes she faced couldn’t be due to pure mistakes or a rookie’s mistake but something intentional, giving up early seemed to as if she was giving up and Elysia wasn’t someone that would give up on what she was faced with. However if it was bug in the system, she would be wasting her time to prove her will against something futile. She knew that the man was speaking to her as the vehicle started to drive down the road and would soon notice she wasn’t paying much attention to his words if she decides to stay and appear to be thinking about something else. 

Giving a stubborn snort to her choice to stay, Elysia noticed that the man was talking about the children as well as her temper, the former being much more of an interest to her. The man spoke truth about the children being too young for the abilities they possess. Maybe the duo were from a different world trained in combat and destruction and had the aim of destroying the city. Although it seemed farfetched for the simulation, she knew at this point she couldn’t let any little speculation pass her in this obscure test. She was curious in learning more about them, poet or not. 

However her curiosity didn’t last long as the man returned to the topic of aliens. How was she supposed to answer the man? Even though she was in a simulation could she still be punished if she allowed Gilgamesh to believe she was an alien or worse, a denizen of Ryton? But what would she do if in this obscure test that the Earthlings somehow already knew who they were and she appeared as a fool trying to convince him that she wasn’t what she was. She knew she could take the easy route and tell the man to drop her off but she knew if she did so she would lose the opportunity to track down poets and she couldn’t let that chance pass by her, simulation or not.

“Aliens?” Elysia said with a tone of slight amusement in her voice. “I’m not sure if that would be the right term to use but we can roll with it if you like.” Deciding to keeping things a bit light and casual to feel out what the man already knew, the woman continued. “Well, most people get to here or there or anyplace they desire with their feet. That’s exactly what I did when I heard the ruckus the twins were making.” After a slight intentional pause as if she was thinking of something, the woman continued. “Wait, you weren’t talking about that were you? Do you mean how I made my way to America? It wasn’t a piece of cake as it is for most immigrants, not to mention the long ride in the air. Not by a flying saucer or things like that if you’re thinking of that type of alien.” She said with a slight chuckle, hoping that the idea of her being an immigrant from another country might be good enough from him and he would put the idea of her being an alien aside. 

“All jokes aside though, how I came to America isn’t as important in why I am here. I’ve been sanctioned by my government to track down poets and he led me on a chase to the states. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to worry about jurisdictions and such and find this man with ease but being one with their life centered on poets, I couldn’t allow innocent passersby getting hurt so I had to stop the twins with what ability I had.” Elysia said spinning a story embedded with enough truth that it seemed solid enough to her. Although sanctioned by the Council in becoming a warrior for her planet as well as searching for one particular man of interest that drove her crusade against poets, how the story melded together was far from being exact. “There’s a chance that you might know him though. Have you heard of Skylar? He a dangerous and quite skilled in the art of poetry. But putting that troublesome man to the side, I do have a question about you. Over the years I’ve heard of people fighting for a cause, whether war or poets in your case, but I don’t care about the reasoning behind the cause. I want to know about you. Why are you going after the poets?”