"A new species has been discovered and it's... different."
"Different, is what manner?"
"Well, Mr. President..." The scientist lowered her voice so that it, the creature in the cage behind them, couldn't hear. "We haven't been studying it... It has been studying us."
The POTUS snorted. "Damn right it is. I'll see that for myself..."
And with that, he pushed the Area 51 workers aside and made his way to the glass prison it was trapped in. The Prez's bodyguards stayed close beside him, despite him having waved them off.
The animal, alien, or whatever it was looked like a ever-changing cloud of colors and sounds, and turned its many eyes to the people approaching its cage.
"Hello, Kevin Thompson, 50th President of the United States." It floated up to level with the commander's head.
"How did you know my name?" He asked, the same questions the scientists had earlier. "And how can you speak?"
"Well, you're currently wearing a name tag, so the first question was quite obvious... but I could have used my abilities anyway for that, as I had to learn your silly tongues... do you know what I am called?"
"Wait, don't--" One of the workers yelled as Thompson replied with "no".
The noise that this being made next was similar to that of silverware scraping a plate and nails running across a chalkboard. The guards pointed their guns at the cage as everyone else doubled over.
"The rough translation of that to your language would be 'the Observer'." A mouth materialized in the vivid cloud, smiling toothily. This provoked more swears and shuddering from the room.
"I am the last of my species, from a planet in the Andromeda galaxy that was engulfed in a supernova. I have come hear seeking a new home, collecting information about this world before deciding to blend in."
"Blend in?" The president prompted.
At this, the Observer grew larger, filling the entire glass casing with shapes and bright lights. The scientists immediately began taking photos and notes as the cloud shifted within the cage. More horrible sounds, like those of bones cracking, made Thompson cover his ears and look away from the container.
He didn't look back until silence filled the room and the scientists stared at the cage with wide eyes.
There, where the colorful mass had once been, was a person. They wore a sweater with a 'little green men' alien on it and jeans, and beneath the hoodie was a young face with brown skin and hair.
"As to quote one of your famous philosophers..." Their voice, with the rest of their appearence, could only be described as neutral. "Behold, a man!"
As the Observer said this, another scientist burst into the room, face drenched in sweat. "The DNA samples changed," he said. "They resemble that of a human's, with intersexual chromosomes that we've never..." At the sight of what, or who, was in the cage, he collapsed to the ground, the test results still in his shaking hands.
"I've been waiting for you to meet me before transforming, Mr. President." The Observer stalked their cage, gazing at Thompson with nonexpressive eyes. "So now that you're here, I have something to ask you..."
"Wha... what is it?" The guards lifted their weapons once more to the Prez's anxious tone.
The Observer put their face so close to the glass that everyone near it was afraid that they could go through it.
"I was wondering if I could complete the process of becoming a US citizen? I know I'm a, you know, illegal alien and all... but I think I'm exactly what this country needs right now." They produced a business card from their pocket, holding it against the glass. "We can keep in touch, since I know I'm a totally different species from what the men below you usually deal with. That's all!"
"...Uh huh... erm, we'll consider it." Thompson muttered, writing down the info and making his way out of the lab. As he walked out, he glanced at each of the scientists, exchanging a "good luck with that" look with them.
"Hey, I observed that!" He heard that strange discovery holler on his way out of the base.