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This language is some kind of messed up dialect of English.
This summoner is very alarmed to see him! He bolts down a set of stairs.
He stops running halfway down the stairs. "Why are you in my ship, then?"
"You summoned me? I mean, it looks like you did it by accident, you should be more careful, but that's entirely on your end, dude."
"I've only heard of summoning in stories and myths. But you look like something out of old religions, I guess that's appropriate." He resumes backing down the stairs.
"So am I."
"Well, perhaps we can help each other. Where I am from summoning is common. Accidentally summoning a demon with no bindings on much less so but it would be really, really weird for somebody to appear a winged person and have no idea what was going on. Also, religions which ascribe significance to demons and angels are still extant, if less popular and increasingly schizophrenic about how the summonable versions interact with their theology. Now, where the heck am I, please?"
"...You're on Cloudbank. It's a gas planet. People came here to mine, what was it, Helium three? Helium some number. And Hydrogen. But the stargate collapsed hundreds of years ago, and now all the religions are about lost technology. Are you from Earth?"
"I am summoned to Earth more often than anywhere else, but I don't live there. What is a stargate?"
"Lost technology. Point A to point B in an instant. I won't pretend to understand how, it's a small wonder Cloudbank at large still knows about the speed of light."
"I begin to think this is the sort of place you will be very glad to have a summoned demon handy. Who put the stargate there, why haven't they shown up to see what happened to it, any clues?"
"Mining companies? Original records from back then mostly don't exist anymore so don't take my word as absolute, but most of the myths say Earth wasn't terribly peaceful. Mind if we move this conversation to my control room? I've left it unattended a bit long."
Gas bags, hallway, stacks of food and other things in crates, hallway, control room completely devoid of electronics and mostly devoid of metal. Is that bone? Yes it is.
"What are the properties of summoned demons, anyway?"
"Well, if I threw something overboard it wouldn't be very hard to get it back. And not just because I could fly after it and catch it. Is that made of bone?"
"Yes. Cow's bone, to be specific. It's not like we have enough bronze and steel left to make every little thing out of it."
"You are going to be so glad you accidentally summoned me," predicts Cam. "Demons: make stuff."
"...From nothing?"
"Your prediction is correct. Can I have a barometer? I found one on a monitoring station wreck half-embedded in an island near the storm belts once, but it broke a few months ago."
Pause.
"Since I clearly can't pay you in food and paper like I usually pay people, what do you want?"
"I don't. I live a life of perfect material luxury. Or to put it more exactly: I want something to do. Because where I'm from everyone lives a life of perfect material luxury and it means I'm a little low on fulfilling vocations."
"Then we're both rather happy with this accident. Though I wonder why nobody's managed to summon demons before."