Garry Kaspian walked into the toharina gymnasium cautiously. He was out of his element here; completely exposed to whatever these alien beings might chose to do to him.
Kaspian was valued by the tohar because he was incredibly good at playing Lome, a sport of theirs similar to basketball. The tohar had no hands, only a mouth with a sophisticated jaw, and thus were terrible, for the most part, at throwing the ball. Most any human could beat a tohar at Lome, but there were a few aliens who dedicated their lives to the game, and could thus easily beat the average non-athletic human. Kaspian, however, had spent the last six months being coached in the intricacies of the game, and reaching peak fitness, and was confident that he’d beat the tohar champion easily. After all, a human had been victorious in this match for the past fifteen years.
In the gymnasium though, Kaspian was vulnerable. Life on the toharina planet was dangerous, and the tohar seemed not to notice, for the most part, due to their heavily armored bodies. As he walked with his sponsors through the halls, Kaspian noticed strange mechanisms on the ceilings. “What are those?” he asked the nearest tohar.
Let’s say you have a puzzle. Who would you rather hire to solve it: two strangers from the street-corner or an intellectual giant (Einstein, Da Vinci, whomever). Let’s say that this puzzle relates to cutting-edge science and technology. How many people of average intellect equal one genius?