"I have questions about this interstellar travel form," the human said. "What should I put at 'Rose'?"
"The star system you are traveling from," xFfy said.
"I see. And at 'Violet'?"
"The one you're traveling to."
"Ah. Who translated this form?"
"Our best poets, well versed in human poetry."
"Sure," said the rocket scientist, "we can send rockets to the moon."
"We can build a city there," said the engineer. "It'll be expensive, but we can do it."
"But why?" said the economist. "What would you mine there you can't get on Earth?"
"One thing," said the billionaire. "Respect."
"I was told you're a monster," the hero said.
"So they say," said the monster.
"But you're beautiful!"
"Thank you."
"Have you always been a monster?"
"Heh. I was a young maiden. But I did something forbidden."
"And became a monster?"
"Got named a monster."
"What did you do?"
"I hit back."
The message from the stars was very long and complex, but contained instructions how to decode and parse it incrementally.
There was an image, of a very cute furry creature. And a text, which loosely translated said:
"Send cat pics please!'
"The blood was only ever a means to an end," the vampire confessed in the interview.
"To what end?" the reporter asked.
"Blood carries vigor, life force, vital energy. That's what we feed on."
"So how do you get it, if not through blood?"
"These days, we make doom scrolling apps to drain it."
"My husband complains about the cold," the man said. "Can you teach me a spell to keep him warm?"
"I can teach you to bind hair into a net to catch heat," the wizard said, "using arcane counting and a pair of fine wands."
After a while, the man said "Isn't this knitting?"
"This, too, is magic."
