As I sat there watching their now foolish and meaningless attempts to entertain me, I came to a final conclusion. I was indeed disappointed with their bad hospitality, and nothing could change this conclusion of mine, no matter what new they might impossibly show me.
If their welcoming was this bad, I could only imagine how worse the rest of the city would be and whatever else it could provide most likely wouldn't fare any better. There would not be anything worth much to record in my Archive Log.
Since that would be the case, I didn't want to waste any more of my time observing them any longer. What I gathered so far was more than sufficient for this disappointing race of humanoids. It was time for me to leave and visit another place.
When they ran out of tools to try their pitiful performances, I made my move.
I stood up from my seat, removing the circular items they gave me from my wrists and ankles, dropping them to the ground. I only found it reasonable to return their items since this exchange between guest and hosts didn't work out.
When they saw me drop the items to the floor, they lost the strength in their legs and dropped to the ground on their knees. They should have understood from my actions that this exchange is over and there was no way of salvaging it.
While they were frozen on the floor, they watched me passing them and going towards the door, unable to accept their failure to entertain me. This race was a lost cause. Instead of trying everything in their power to perhaps change my mind about them, they were influenced by their failure and lost all hope.
Reaching the door, I went to turn its handle and open it, but I found it refusing to do so.
'Did they lock it somehow, so no one could interrupt their welcoming performances? So much dedication they have put into it. Haaa, at least they have my respect for that' I briefly thought.
"Could you come and open the door for me?" I turned and asked the ill one, the most likely one to hold a key.
I waited and waited for him to stand up and open the door, but he stayed where he was, frozen on the floor with his mouth open.
I sighed as I resigned from waiting for him to unlock it. I couldn't wait for them to get over their failure, which might never happen to be frank. So, I took the matter in my hands, literally.
I dug my hands into the frames of the door and pulled it out of the wall. It didn't offer much resistance as I separated it completely and placed it gently on the side.
Ignoring the short gasping sounds the two "hosts" made after seeing my way of opening their door, I calmly walked out of the room and into the underground part of their city. I followed the path they have brought me here from, all the while hearing shouts from behind me.
When I was turning a corner in the path, I found many of this race's members blocking my way. They were holding in their arms some kind of metal cylindrical sticks and they were pointing them at me.
The moment they saw me they started shouting at me with what I could only describe as desperation on their faces. This was clearly an attempt to stop me and change my mind, I was sure of that.
This showed that even if they failed, this race took the matter of their hospitality very seriously. But my decision was final in that matter, so I paid no heed to their cries to reconsider and proceeded to pass them.
From my first steps forward, they stopped their unsuccessful pleas and switched on the practical way of showing their regret. They pressed their cylindrical sticks and lights were produced from their hollow insides. The lights then transformed into hard light beams which flown through the air and landed on me and all around me.
Sparks were produced from the beams' impacts on metal surfaces, filling the surrounding place with wonderful splashes of light dots. It was a truly mesmerizing sight, and I enjoyed it very much. So much so, I broke my decision of not recording anything else about this race and brought out my Archive Log to record the spectacle.
Their display was phenomenal, carrying with it their regret for the bad start in hospitality. It was very unfortunate for them to have made a mistake in their selection of performances for the first impressions. If they had chosen this piece of performance instead of their earlier blunder, we should have still been continuing our guest-hosts exchange.
But as I recorded above, my decision was final, nothing would have changed that.
When they ran out of light, they saw me walking towards them with determination in my steps and froze when they understood my decision. I walked through them while feeling their gazes full of regret and sadness, with some of them still in a state of disbelief they couldn't change my mind.
Leaving them behind, I thought they would be the last to try in vain to change my mind, but I was wrong.
In my way out of the underground part of their city, I encountered two more such groups who blocked my path. They too used hard light tools to make performances in the effort to change my mind, and they were indeed beautiful every time I spectated them, but my mind was set.
When I eventually got to the surface and all the way to the big door, I entered the city from, nobody else tried to change my mind any further. I was glad my decision finally got through to them and they stopped their meaningless efforts.
Having finally made them understand, I could only place my wishes for them to learn from their mistakes and do better the next time such an opportunity was presented upon them.
In hindsight, the only downside of them understanding my decision and not again blocking my way, was that all the race's members on the walls and the ones responsible for opening the big door had all left, leaving me standing in front of it. That was another slight mistake of them, not even opening their door for me to leave.
But I was already disappointed in them, and I could not be more. I lackadaisically went close to the big door and forced it open with my hands, much like I previously did with the small door of the room.
I left this city and the unremarkable humanoid race behind without looking back. Their race's record in my Archive Log damned to be forever small and poor, with their hard light shows the only noteworthy action I placed emphasis on.