I don’t know what you’d call it, except that you probably wouldn’t call it Simon. That is, at least not unless you are the sort of person who has a tendency to name things Simon.
Still, I suppose Simon would be better than Ermintrude, providing you have the sex thing sorted out, of course. Providing they do have sexes as we know them.
After all, when we first came into contact with the Z-Ulithian we made the mistake of presuming they had the two sexes, like us. Luckily we managed to sort that out just in time before war was declared. You have to admit that anti-matter ray whatsit thy used to destroy that rogue asteroid was a very tasty bit of kit. I wouldn’t want to be standing near the nasty end of one of those whilst making a tasteless joke about a Z-Ulithian’s mother-in-law, or – as we now know – Mothers-in-law.
Still, that is the problem with aliens… the fact they are… well, alien. I mean you just can’t go around assuming things, even as the ex-(now very ex-)US president discovered when he thought he was shaking the hand of the Quergite ambassador, only to discover he’d been publicly masturbating her on universe-wide TV. Still, he didn’t have long to regret it, and we all do have to admit that the vice-president has been better at the job than everyone expected, especially in the way she avoids shaking hands… appendages… with all and sundry that come from various far-flung corners of the universe to meet and greet her.
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