Motivational Engineers

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“Today is our turn to show our products. And today we will discuss beverages.”

Carolyn Sorenson sat at one end of the rectangular table. Urla na’Tydengh sat at the other end. A side table groaned under a rainbow of different­ly sized and colored bottles and cans. Plastic-covered sheets of paper filled with chemical specifications and vol­ume price discounts were pasted to the side of every bottle and can. An assortment of clear shot glasses, mugs, and tumblers were spread out in front of the human.

“I will not discuss our space drive,” Urla said firmly. “That is not nego­tiable. I want to make that clear from the beginning.”

The alien was covered with soft blonde fur, thin and fine on the face and shoulders, thicker and longer and darker on the lower half of her torso and her short legs. Her arms were long and muscular, the hands deft and slender, with two opposable thumbs flanking five fingers. Her feet were wide and long and flat.

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