The computer monitor glowed green and alerted me of the ray gun’s completion. I turned to my coworker on the other side of the room to let him know. “ Malroy, it’s done; the prototype is ready.” “Are you sure, Danielle?” “Yes. Let’s test it out on the Martian.” I picked up the weapon and left the lab with Malroy. We walked down a couple of halls before arriving at the room we were holding the Martian in. We stepped inside, armed: Malroy with a tranquiliser gun and me with the ray gun. The Martian growled behind the bars that sealed it. As I pointed my gun at it, it shuddered and moved back. I slowly advanced towards its cell and positioned myself a few feet away from it. I could see the Martian’s instincts alarm its body; its eyes widened as it moved further away, faster than before; but it stopped at the centre of the cell and took a deep breath before looking around the room. It then looked at Malroy, and then me, and held my gaze. I wondered whether it accepted its fate. I squeezed ...