The jubi typed furiously into the tiny keyboard and waited for the text to speech software to translate. If not for the seriousness of the conversation the sight of tiny baby sloth looking alien would have been quite adorable.
“The entity you humans refer to as God is capable of
directly tapping into zero point energy,
converting that energy into matter at no least than 99.98% efficiency.
then shaping said matter into whatever complex form He chooses to.
This whole process takes nanoseconds.”
General Lewis looked very nervously at Commander Hardin, “Hmm probably shouldn’t have skipped church last Sunday, then.”
The jubi replied with a little squeak-laugh before typing another sentence.
“and understand gentlemen that this is God’s minimum observed capability.”
Commander Hardin felt the sudden urge for a second glass of whiskey, “So you saying that not only does God exist but that you race has communicated with Him?”
“We try to maintain diplomatic relations with the various Cosmic powers.” came the reply. “Thankfully most such powers consider us beneath their notice.”
The Spaceforce general thought for a minute. “So if God exists, what about Satan?”
The alien jerked slightly and actually hesitated before answering. That alone was unusual. Jubi always answered questions quickly and always seemed to be two or three steps ahead of any human who was talking to them.
“Sadly I’m not familiar enough with human theology to directly answer that question. However I can think of at least three alien races that might match your description of fallen angels.”
The General gave a booming laugh in response. “And you want our help against these space demons?”
The alien honked a negative and then began typing.
“No. Distant enemies. Future threat. Humans not ready. Need bigger alliance anyway. Very big alliance.”
“Like an alliance with God?” Commander Hardin gasped. “How did you guys find us anyway?”
The tiny alien just started laughing.
Lewis and Hardin just stared at each other in alarm. What were they going to tell the president?