“Your voice is called I-pod?” Yzzie asked. “That’s a little strange isn’t it?”
“Not as strange as what they used to call him,” Xander told her. “E T number 7, from the Roswell crash.”
Yzzie sat back, staring at Xander with a worried look on her face.
“I’m not making this up,” Xander shrugged. “At least, I hope I’m not…”
“I was in a stasis pod when we crashed,” the voice explained. “They don’t know how to remove me from it.”
“He’s stuck in a stasis pod,” Xander reported to Yzzie, then a thought occurred to him. ‘Wouldn’t you be asleep or frozen or something, if you’re in stasis?’
“The crash must have caused some kind of malfunction,” I-pod said. “My mind woke up, but my body is still in stasis.”
Xander stood up and paced in front of Yzzie. “I’m talking to a real live alien from outerspace,” he whispered. Then he stopped in his tracks, ‘You are from outerspace, aren’t you?’
“I’m from Andaria Major in the Carina Nebula,” I-pod confirmed.
‘Thank goodness,’ Xander thought, pumping his fist and pacing more rapidly. “I’m not going crazy,” he assured Yzzie.
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