You close your eyes, scrunch up your face in pain, and transmit your thoughts to the alien via the mind uplink helmet.

“What is… the meaning… of life?” you ask between headaches.

“There is no greater purpose for either of our species beyond eating, reproducing, and not murdering one another,” Sam/Phil explains. “Until all intelligent species are called on to compete on that show Intergalactic Gladiators, everyone’s in a holding pattern.”

You can now ask the following:

• “What is Intergalactic Gladiators?”

• “Have you been to parallel dimensions?”

Did you exhale? Click here.

Go back to the email to ask more questions.