Tommy didn't know what to think anymore; really, after they'd all been plunged to the bottom of the ocean, drifted over the African savannah, what looked like some kind of a jungle somewhere that seemed to be South America, and then been to New York, Rio De Janeiro, and a couple other places that Tommy hadn't quite managed to recognize, before ending up in a museum looking at paintings.
"That was a nice tour, but what's it all about?" Rachel asked, arms folded firmly across her chest; Tommy didn't know if she really hadn't been effected by everything they'd just been through, or if she was just trying to keep their morale up, the same way he did when the others needed him to.
"Humans are an endangered species," the Ellimist said, sounding as so completely certain of what he was saying that Tommy's fist instinct was to argue with him. "Soon, you will disappear. The Yeerk race is also sapient, and they are technologically more advanced than you. They will continue to infest the human race; the Andalites will try to stop them, but they will fail. And soon, the only humans left will be what you call human-Controllers."
While he was saying all of this, however, the Ellimist also seemed to be eyeing Tommy in a way that he didn't really know what to make of. Almost like he expected something, or else wanted to know something. In either case, Tommy didn't know how he should react, so he stayed quiet and listened; whatever that "something" ended up being, Tommy couldn't have said.
"Why come here just to tell us that we're dead meat?" Rachel asked, glaring at the Ellimist as he continued to study them all.
"We have an offer for you," the Ellimist said. "You see, we can save a small sample of the human race. We have a planet where we would relocate you. Your group, the members of your families, as well as a selection of other humans in order to achieve proper genetic diversity. As well as a few non-human species that are of special interest to us."
