 What are the aliens in line hoping will happen?
It was our first day of recruiting on the planet, and the alien life-forms had lined up for hundreds of feet back from my rented office. My three staff men, Auchinleck, Stebbins and Ludlow, walked shieldwise in front of me. The aliens came in every shape and form, in all colors and textures—and all of them eager for a Corrigan contract. The Galaxy is full of bizarre beings, but there's barely a species anywhere that can resist the old exhibitionist urge. Through the front window of the office, I could see our big gay tridim sign plastered to a facing wall: WANTED—EXTRATERRESTRIALS! Stuff like this: Want to visit Earth—see the Galaxy's most glittering and exclusive world? His last visit to the Caledonia Cluster until 2937, so don't miss your chance! It's the best of its kind, the only really decent place where Earthmen can get a gander at the other species of the universe. "Before we begin, I'll need certain information about—" "I am a being of Regulus II," came the grave, booming reply, even before I had picked up the blank. "I'll be placed on exhibition at your Institute on Earth. I'll be required to remain on exhibit no more than one-third of each Terran sidereal day." A Terraphile alien who goes to the extent of rechristening himself with a Terran monicker would work for nothing, or even pay us, just so long as we let him get to Earth. He was followed by a roly-poly blue-skinned humanoid from Donovan's Planet, four feet high and five hundred pounds heavy. Back in 2903, the World Congress declared Terra off-bounds for non-terrestrial beings, as an offshoot of the Terra for Terrans movement. Before then, anyone could visit Earth. After the gate clanged down, a non-terrestrial could only get onto Sol III as a specimen in a scientific collection—in short, as an exhibit in a zoo. Every alien wants to see Earth once in his lifetime, and there's only one way he can do it. At the same time, we had turned away a dozen ursinoids, fifty of the reptilian natives of Ghryne, seven Sirian spiders, and no less than nineteen chlorine-breathing Procyonites wearing gas masks. "I happen to be a representative of the only Earthlike race that exists anywhere in the Galaxy but on Earth itself. The demand for beings from Wazzenazz XIII is pretty low these days.
 that they will get to work for the Corrigan Institute
 that they will get paid to work at a zoo on their home planet  their talent will win them a trip to Earth  that they will be able to pay for a chance to see Earth  that they will get to work for the Corrigan Institute