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89 12 he next day as Fulumfuchong, Dr Yivissi and Nyamfuka were ushered into the Oval office, the President stood up and received them as if they were very high dignitaries. His strategic meeting with his top aides had revealed a lot. A thorough analysis of the summit that had held some decades back proved that Fulumfuchong could actually be genuine and his claims worth taking seriously. The President now had the Secretary of State, the Secretary of Defence and a few top advisers by his side. “Welcome honourable guests.” he said smiling broadly. “I hope you had a good night. Did you enjoy your breakfast?” Fulumfuchong had enjoyed the sumptuous breakfast. There had been toast, butter, sausages and cheese to be washed down with wonderfully flavoured coffee. “Thank you for the hospitality sir.” He replied, “We have never been treated to such a meal before.” “Okay,” said the President satisfied. Here is the Secretary of State for America Mrs. Doomsday and the secretary for defence, General Butcher. Mr. Pugachev and Mr O’Tool are my chief advisers. Mr. Ferret there is the chief of the FBI, while Mr. Mac Intouch here is the chief of CIA.” “Good morning sirs” Fulumfuchong greeted. “Good morning and welcome,” they all replied. Mr. Ferret was eying Fulumfuchong closely as if he were looking for a clue to prove that Fulumfuchong was the devil. “Sit down lady and gentlemen,” said the President. “Let us go ahead and see what we can do about this peril that we are facing.” He turned to Fulumfuchong “I think we are convinced that you are telling the truth.” T 90 “Where is Mungongoh?” asked the Secretary for Defence. “You realize we can’t do much if we don’t quite know who is threatening us.” Fulumfuchong put up his hand. “Not so fast. First, we agree on what I want you to do, then, I tell you where Mungongoh is.” “I hope you did not come here to dictate to us,” said the secretary for defence angrily. “This is mighty America.” “It is mighty America on Earth but not where Mungongoh is concerned.” retorted Fulumfuchong. “Besides what I want to do would be helpful to both of us. Apart from peace and the safety of the earth, I am looking at mutual trade. Mungongoh needs much of what you have in abundance.” “And what shall we have in return?” demanded the President “You know that your money would certainly be useless here.” “True!” replied Fulumfuchong. “But we have much gold, diamond and other shiny stones that you people kill each other for.” All the Americans were immediately very interested. There is nothing that attracts the attention of a capitalist than the prospect of making money. Fulumfuchong immediately noticed the awakened interest. “Instead of fighting each other and destroying as much as can be done by each side, we could rather engage in something that would benefit both of us.” “How do we go about achieving this lofty idea?” asked the chief of CIA. “We have to overthrow King Awobua,” said Fulumfuchong. “You people have been doing it in African and Latin American countries. I am sure you have quite some experience in knocking off presidents.” [3.233.232.21] Project MUSE (2024-03-29 10:57 GMT) 91 “We are not talking about an African country. We are talking about some damned planet we know nothing about.” The Secretary of State shouted. “No problem,” said Fulumfuchong. “We just have to agree that you assist me in overthrowing Awobua and I take his place. Then as king of Mungongoh, I would declare peace and open up trade with the Earth. Why, a few tourists from here could visit Mungongoh once in a while.” “Now” requested the secretary for defence calmly “tell us where this Mungongoh is.” “Mungongoh is not quite far off,” replied Fulumfuchong. “It is a satellite of Mars. You have probably seen it in your observatories although you have instead been concentrating on Mars to see whether it is inhabitable. Our situations are reversed. Your moon has no life but in our case, our planet has no life.” There was a murmur of surprise throughout the congregation. None of them could have ever imagined that there could be life on a small satellite. Stories about flying saucers had made headlines, but no extraterrestrial being had ever been seen. “It is easy to fly a few mercenaries to Congo or Uganda. But for your case, how do you...