SETTLING IN= THE TRILOGY CONCLUDES

Jim let the way through the kitchen (unsurprisingly the sink was filled with several days dishes, the stove buried in pots and pans) and through a door to a small hallway. The hall was lit by a single, naked low watt bulb. A door led out, a stairway down into the murkiness of the basement, and another stairway up.
Jim stopped, turned and removed a key from his pocket. "Here" he said, handing me the key. "Please ne sure to keep the door locked. The washer and drier are in the basement. feel free to use 'em, but not late at night, ok?"
"Of course"
We proceeded up and through the door. We entered a small suite oi rooms.Jim showed me around. A living area, kitchenette, sleeping area, bath and closet. There were old but servicible pieces of furniture throughout. there was even an old television hooked into a cable line in the living area.
"If you need anything else, just let me know," offered Jim
"Thanks," I replied. "I think I'm set."
He again held out his forepaw and I shook it.. "Bye, now" he said, and exited, closing the door behind him.
I opened my sole bag and removed my clothes and equipment. They were, of course, in their transmuted state. As the monkey boys top scientists were just beginning to discover, as you decreased space, the more the laws of physics break down. Go small enough and you can manipulate laws and change the physical attributes of matter itself.
I took a small device that looked like a small flashlight from my pocket. I pointed it at my pile of stuff and pressed one of two buttons. A shimmer shone for a second around my things and -Poof-
they sprang back into regular space time as usuable, normal goods.
I hung the clothing in the small closet and set up my info and comunication system on a desk in the living room.. They were disguised to look wlike a standard Earth computer and mini stereo system.
I plopped into a chair, noted a remote on the end table next to me, and after playing with the buttons a few times, managed to turn on the tv. A small whelp named Beaver was getting himself into a juvenile jam, His brother dug him in deeper, his Mom didn't know what to do about the trouble her Beaver was in, and Dad dug him out of the mess with syrupy warmth and wisdom.
Beaver Cleaver,
How had they ever got that past the censors of it's day?
A small question, and unimportant in the face of what this world faced.
Out in space a 2000 foot long piece of rock is hurting through the clutter of this solar system. In four years time it would be ripping a swathe of fiery destruction through the atmosphere and plunge into the southern pole. It was as yet undetected by these furless apes. Worse, they lacked the technology to destroy it or alter it's course.
Doomsday.
Unless we intervened.
But should we?
I. and others like me, have settled in on this world. To study. To evaluate.
Would mankind eventually develop into a worthy member of the Confederation. Prove a possible future threat? Or just be a meaningless footnote in the Galactic trash bin.
We will see.