The protagonist sends a message to the aliens asking to be allowed to review the alien civilization’s computer games. An AI submind called Smoke-Cursive-Cytoplasm-Snakebite-Singsong-Polychromatic-Musteline is given the task of contacting him by IM to begin the conversation. Its job is only to verify that they are talking to the right human (since not every human has a unique name) so it is only a simple chatbot and can only understand YES and NO responses. It asks if the protagonist understands and gets a sarcastic NO. It has to contact its parent mind Smoke-Cursive-Cytoplasm-Snakebite-Singsong-Polychromatic to ask what to do next. After working his way up the tree of subminds by answering questions of increasing complexity asked by subminds of increasing capability, the protagonist briefly talks to Smoke-Cursive-Cytoplasm-Snakebite which sets him a task to prove that it’ll be worth an (alien) anthropologist’s time to talk to him.

    Smoke-ccs-762d: Well, if it isn’t Mr. Sarcasm
    ABlum: YES
    Smoke-ccs-762d: Don’t quit your day job.
    Smoke-ccs-762d: I’m Smoke-Cursive-Cytoplasm-Snakebite.
    Smoke-ccs-762d: Let’s get down to business.