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Malcolm Reed looked around the alien prison. It was surprisingly clean, and he wondered how long it would stay that way. A few bowls of food were starting to pile up. Food that would be perfect for a human.
Unfortunately, Malcolm was not a human. He was a native of earth, yes, but not human. The aliens made assumptions about him. Not unreasonable assumptions, most people from Earth are human. The database of the computer came up with human things first.
Also, he made sure they were only told of his name and rank.
If he corrected them on their assumptions, it would not help much. He could smell that the aliens had copper-based blood. Even if they could get him proper blood, the thought of where it came from would keep him up at night.
Where it stood, he had an opportunity. He would use his biology to deceive.
A strange shouting sound was the last thing he heard after he collapsed on the floor. His final act was to suppress a smirk as his heart stopped beating.