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"See this? Whatever else this molecule does, it's exactly designed to work at precisely the same location in the brain as the heroin molecule."
It could not be denied that the fit was perfect. Ela, though, found it hard to believe. "The only way they could do this," she said, "is if they took the historical information contained in the descolada descriptions we sent them, used that information to build a human body, studied it, and found a chemical that would immobilize us with mindless pleasure while they do whatever they want to us. There's no way they've had time to grow a human since we sent that information."
"Maybe they don't have to build the whole human body," said Miro. "Maybe they're so adept at reading genetic information that they can extrapolate everything there is to know about the human anatomy and physiology from our genetic information alone."
"But they didn't even have our DNA set," Ela said.
"Maybe they can compress the information in our primitive, natural DNA," said Miro. "Obviously they got the information somehow, and obviously they figured out what would make us sit as still as stones with dumb, happy smiles."
"What's even more obvious to me," said Quara, "is that they meant us to read this molecule biologically. They meant us to take this drug instantly. As far as they're concerned, we're now sitting here waiting for them to come take us over."
Miro immediately changed displays over his terminal. "Damn, Quara, you're right. Look-- they have three ships closing in on us already."
"They've never even approached us before," said Ela.
"Well, they're not going to approach us now," said Miro. "We've got to give them a demonstration that we didn't fall for their trojan horse." He got up from his seat and fairly flew back down the corridor to where Jane was sleeping. "Jane!" he shouted even before he got there. "Jane!"
It took a moment, and then her eyes fluttered open.
"Jane," he said. "Move us about a hundred miles over and drop us into a closer orbit."
She looked at him quizzically, then must have decided to trust him because she asked nothing. She closed her eyes again, as Firequencher shouted from the control room, "She did it! We moved!"
Miro, drifted back to the others. "Now I know they can't do that," he said. Sure enough, his display now reported that the alien ships were no longer approaching, but rather were poised warily a dozen miles off in three-- no, four now-- directions. "Got us nicely framed in a tetrahedron," said Miro.
"Well, now they know that we didn't succumb to their die-happy drug," said Quara.