"When we come back, we will meet Officer Aeryn Sun, rumored within many circles to be John Crichton's lover." Video footage of Aeryn; John continues to drink. "This alien, who looks remarkably human, will reveal a side of herself that you may find disturbing." The camera zooms in tightly on Aeryn's face as she admits that she looks like a human, which...something. "Please stay with us as Alien Visitation continues."
Commercial, and it does. R. Wilson Monroe sits on a stage with Aeryn Sun, wearing black, her hair down and straight, her manner perturbed. "Earth is under no threat from the Peacekeepers," she grits. Monroe protests. "Look. If you were to make a pact with an enemy...then perhaps." She needed to watch more TV. John's face is reflected on the screen, behind Aeryn. "So the possibility exists that your people one day would attack?" She sighs and laughs -- Monroe's not doing his best to make us look smart. Or well-intentioned. "Why are you so determined to twist this into something it's not?" Because, he says, she's an admitted soldier an alien army. "You look human, indistinguishable to the naked eye." How could any of us know there aren't thousands of Peacekeepers roaming the planet, preparing for destruction? Homeland Security: when you start looking at people and pretending they're not people, everything looks like the enemy. Anybody could be anything. She says John must have explained the PK situation and he shakes his head: "We need to hear it from you." Hear what? That Earth is sacrosanct? That your perfect isolation can somehow be restored? Is that it? When the veil breaks you can't fault them for fearing; she's wrong about that. The correct response to a breach is terror and a quick response. What's on the tip of tongue is that hatred is not the correct response, but she doesn't know about that yet. "Look...you're not a threat. Technologically speaking, you're not even a potential ally, so..." -- she sighs, fucking this up just so bad by being the one thing you can't be: honest -- "if someone wanted to enslave you, if they wanted to destroy you, could it be done? Quite simply, yes." She shrugs and smiles, and the image freezes.