Exhibit.

It’s been a long time since one was brought back alive.

The Creature breathes horribly. Wretching, like it claws the gas in and forces it out. It moves around slowly, it’s dark, so hard to make out any features. This is the first time I’ve seen one up close. I was always too afraid.

It sort of stumbles over to the opposite wall, and it reaches out, touches the wall, smooth, then it seems to look at what touched the wall. Maybe it’s not used to the material?

It can’t see us, but everyone is quiet. It looks up towards us as I think it, and I want to duck, move out of sight. Does it know we have it trapped? They are supposed to be intelligent, that’s what everyone says. But this one might not be.

It’s so slow. Moving slowly to the other edge, touching that too, same thing.

They are projecting things onto the walls to calm it, but it might not be working. It’s been a long time since one was caught, and brought back alive. We’ve been bringing them back for a long time, they don’t even know.

That’s what they teach us in school, anyway.

I look at the fact sheet. Four limbs, like us, brains, less senses. They are behind us, or so they say. I wonder if we could learn from them, their world. I wonder what they call it, it’s someplace on the wall, next to the species name. There’s too…