[b]December 12th, 2018
1400 hours
Horizon Center of Meta-human Sciences [/b]

"Data compiled on our latest subject, case 243, unknown extraterrestrial," A suited man sat at the head of a small table, seated around six other professionals. Some were doctors, scientists, special agents, and even superheroes. They had all been given assignments in this latest mind control case, most of which had been easy enough to work through. The meta-humans involved were cooperative for the most part, and had their own best interest in mind. But the case of 243 refused to be solved. For one, this creature wasn't a meta-human. It wasn't [i]human[/i]. And while certainly not evil, the subject was hostile out of fear alone. The agents could sympathize with it, but what could they do? 

"The alien's health has been declining over the last few days. It eats less, drinks less, is lethargic, and has been showing irregular body temperature patterns. Earlier this month, we theorized that the subject's sudden and drastic fluctuations in body temperature was a defense mechanism. It's body seems to rest at around 0 degrees Fahrenheit, and has been recorded as high as 32. However, when an agent enters the holding cell, that temperature suddenly drops. The lowest recording was -109. We don't know yet if this reaction is self controlled or involuntary. However, over the past few days, the subject's temperature has hung around 29 to 30, which is unusual as far as we can tell. It's been showing signs of exhaustion and stress, and, yesterday, this was recorded."

The suited man leaned forward and hit 'play' on the media player on his laptop. It played the sound of a pitiful whimpering; the unmistakable sounds of crying. It was chillingly human, for something that looked anything but. When it was clear that the patrons around the table were unsettled, the man hit pause. 

"We believe it won't last but a week, maybe two at this rate," One of the doctors said, breaking the thick silence. "Something has to be done to get through to the alien, or we're going to lose it."

"Well what can we do?" Asked a woman from across the table. "He...it doesn't want anything to do with us." 

"Maybe we can train it on a reward system," One man said, "Take away it's comfort items when it does bad, and give them back when it does good."

"It's not a [i]dog[/i], Steve. Jesus Christ, we're talking about a sentient being here."

"What if we just let it go? I mean, we've established that it's not [i]malicious[/i]. It just wants to be left alone."

"Yeah, until it calls it's buddies and they invade our ass. This could start a intergalactic war if we aren't careful."

The man leading the meeting turned to two women who sat closer to him. "Agent Day, Rhylaen, you two have been working the closest with this case. How do you think we should proceed?"