The threat to my research was dealt with. No damage has been caused to the nearby furniture or on the subjects either. The only downside to the extermination was dirtying the place with organic material.
That room was contaminated, and I could see from the surrounding beings' expressions that they were influenced by it. Any data I would thus take from them won't be accurate.
I left that place and I looked for another part of the building.
I used the familiar novelty that were the stairs to move up a few levels.
At one of the upper levels I was satisfied by the environment I found. The atmosphere and clinking noise of the currency was just right; not influenced by any disturbances so far.
The subjects seemed to be living in their own constricted world. None of them cared about what was happening outside their immediate surrounding space.
Some were staring hard at columns on screens after yanking hard at the lever beside them while others were throwing some small pieces of cubes inside a walled table and mumbled nonstop until those pieces stopped rolling.
Relieved, I resumed my research there.
I was in the zone, the data collecting zone, and everything was smooth sailing. At least it was until someone tapped on my shoulder from behind.
Mildly annoyed, I turned to look at who wished to interrupt me.
Three humanoids of different races but dressed in similar black outfits were rigidly standing in front of me.
The one who was closest to me began speaking and yelling without pause; of course I didn't understand anything he said.
I patiently waited for him to finish his piece in hopes they would leave me in peace afterwards.
When he stopped talking, they stayed contrary to my hopes and kept staring at me.
My patience waned; they kept disturbing me and my research.
After giving them a few moments of chance to leave, instead of leaving they actually moved towards me with the intent to grab me. That movement of theirs had done it; I lost the little patience I had left.
I backslapped them past the wall and out of the building!
Of course, I was still sensible enough to just knock them unconscious and not kill them; I was not a monster.
My impulsive action though caused a bigger commotion in the area than the earlier incident. I once again had to search for an undisturbed area.
After moving to every level of this building and having to deal with two other instances when humanoids in black outfits got in my way, I didn't find again a place with clinking sounds and the usual activities that accompanied them, so I had to regretfully abandon my research on that building.
Walking out through the entrance, a horizontal line of black outfitted beings as long as the building was in height, awaited me. Their stance was clearly conveying their intent to not let me pass.
I didn't know what their deal was, but I didn't have any more business to do with their building. No matter how much they wanted me to stay, I had to decline.
I moved to pass through them, and they brought out their puny light beam shooting weapons in response.
Well, I had to at the very least give it to them. Their determination to keep me there was really something.
I recognized their weapons at a glance, but even if I found the resulting fireworks from their light beams' impacts on my body fascinating to watch, my sour mood for losing such fine research location would have prevented me from enjoying them to the fullest.
When they started firing at me with those light beams, I unenthusiastically brushed all of them with my body as I continued walking towards them.
I wasn't even interested in pushing them out of the way myself when I got close. A little manipulation of the surrounding space was all it needed for them to automatically be repelled away.
As I walked away, not even casting one last look at my ruined research location, I proceeded to find and collect as much data as possible from the streets on my way to leave this "planet"; a little more was always welcomed.
During that short walk, I found lots of places where the clinking sounds of currency were abundant and managed to collect sufficient data about the "need", but as it turned out the black outfitted beings never stopped coming at me.
Being constantly harassed by black outfitted, and later, armored beings, was a sour note to my happiness.
Those mortals just didn't seem to want to give up! I couldn't believe that they had followed me all the way from that building to where I was, just to stop me from leaving with their insignificant weapons. How stubborn were they really?
As if that wasn't enough, after some time having to deal only with black outfitted ones, many others of varied clothing and equipment joined in the attempt to stop me.
Some came on foot, while others flew on small metallic devices that had space for only one individual to sit in.
The flying ones were capable of blocking my path in a flash and shoot thicker beams of light. But they may as well be shooting at me with thin ones; there wasn't any difference on the outcome after their impact.
Swatting, slapping, sent flying - I did everything to reduce their numbers, but they just didn't seem able to get less.
Instead, they were like a virus, multiplying by the minute. Soon I had to stop, I was surrounded.
In every direction and on every corner of the streets. Up in the air and atop the buildings around me. Everywhere I looked, a mass of beings outfitted black or in different combinations of colors, standing on the ground or flying one of those devices, were staring at me intensely as if they were trying to drill holes in me just by their stare.
One thought crossed my mind right then.
'What sort of race are these beings?! Are their bones and flesh made of stubbornness?!'
Watching them with their intense stares and ready-to-charge postures, I gave up on holding back. There was a limit to how much I could tolerate and just then, they passed it.
I wasn't treating them in my mind as sentient beings who had value anymore, but more like flies that were constantly flying in front of my face.
And although I could always teleport away and leave in silence, I was already very irked by their behavior. A lesson I wanted to teach them then came to mind.
I pulled my arms apart and then brought them with force to meet in the middle, clapping them when my palms came in contact.
As I intended, the resulting shockwave expanded in the area in my line of sight, pulling everyone it passed by from the very ground they stood on. The flying devices also lost control and along with the newly airborne beings, flew backwards uncontrollably.
After traveling in the air for some distance along the path of the shockwave, their bodies and every inorganic material they carried or were encased in broke down. Before they could even fall on the ground, they turned to space dust and drifted away with the shockwave's residue wind current.
The whole place was silent; the way forward was cleared and all who were left alive stared speechless after observing my lesson. Three birds with one stone, as the saying went on one primitive planet I had visited.
I left the speechless ones delve on the lesson I had just provided and left their broken encirclement through the clear side. Few moments later, I was out of the planet.
I never looked back on this artificial planet and its stubborn and insisted beyond reason race. The only place I looked back to was my archive log entry on this "need" I collected data for. At least that was a good outcome out of this venture.