I am an Alien in another reality.

The morning sunlight streamed into Alex's hotel room as he carefully unfolded the suit he had picked up earlier.

It was already a finely tailored piece, but Alex's discerning eye saw potential for improvement. Using his unique abilities, he restructured the suit into a sleek, slim-fit design that accentuated his tall stature and well-toned physique.

Gold linings traced the cuffs and buttons, adding a touch of regality without overstatement. He admired his reflection in the mirror, a figure exuding poise and sophistication, one that would not be out of place among royalty.

At 12:30, Alex hired a car to Buckingham Palace. The journey through London was brisk, and he arrived at the gates of the palace at precisely 12:45, fashionably late by just enough to draw attention but not cause offense.

Buckingham Palace stood resplendent, its golden gates gleaming under the midday sun. The massive façade stretched out in classical proportions, its pristine stonework an ode to centuries of British history.

Red-uniformed guards stood at attention, their iconic bearskin hats adding a touch of ceremony to the already grand scene.

The immaculately landscaped gardens flanked the driveway, leading to the palace's entrance, where a modest crowd had gathered to witness the prestigious event.

As Alex stepped out of the car, murmurs rippled through the onlookers. His magnetic presence turned heads instantly.

Some young women exchanged excited whispers, their gazes lingering as he adjusted his cufflinks and strode toward the entrance. His demeanor, composed yet approachable, made him all the more intriguing.

Inside the palace, the grandeur continued. Crystal chandeliers hung from high ceilings adorned with intricate frescoes.

Velvet carpeting cushioned every step, and gilded frames encased portraits of monarchs past and present.

Dr. Cook intercepted Alex in the entrance hall, his face lighting up as he approached. "Mr. Anderson, this way," he said, gesturing toward a small gathering of academics and dignitaries.

Dr. Cook introduced Alex to several prominent figures, scientists, intellectuals, and officials from Britain and abroad.

While Alex wasn't particularly interested in the social niceties, he maintained a polite demeanor, exchanging pleasantries and shaking hands.

Shortly after, Alex was ushered into a grand chamber where the ceremony would take place.

A dais had been set up at one end of the room, and the British flag hung prominently behind it. The crowd quieted as the master of ceremonies began, outlining the significance of the event and Alex's contributions.

The oath-taking proceeded with formal precision. A ceremonial officer stood before Alex, holding a small velvet-bound Bible.

"Repeat after me," the officer instructed. Alex recited the words clearly, his voice steady and resonant:

"I, Alex Anderson, do solemnly swear that I will be faithful and bear true allegiance to Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II, her heirs, and successors, according to law. So help me God."

Applause filled the room as Alex completed the oath, and a beautifully crafted certificate was presented to him, officially declaring him an Honorary Citizen of the United Kingdom.

Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II, still in her prime, entered the room with regal poise. She wore a tailored suit in pastel blue, and her sharp eyes radiated intelligence and wit. Alex bowed respectfully as she approached.

"Mr. Anderson," the Queen began, her tone warm but formal, "Your achievements are quite remarkable. Not often does one encounter a discovery so revolutionary."

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Alex replied with a slight smile. "Though, I must admit, I had some good fortune along the way."

The Queen chuckled lightly. "Modesty is a rare quality these days. But I've heard it said that fortune favors the prepared mind."

Alex couldn't help but grin. "I'd like to believe so, Your Majesty."

As the formalities concluded, a group of scientists presented the diamond-encased metallic hydrogen sample.

The media swarmed to capture the moment. The Queen observed the artifact with interest.

"It's beautiful, Mr. Anderson," she remarked, the diamond glinting in her hand. "And I dare say, it might be one of the most valuable objects in the world."

"Certainly, in terms of scientific value," Alex agreed, "and perhaps a touch of artistic appeal."

The Queen's lips quirked upward in amusement. "A touch, indeed."

The UK government presented Alex with a £50 million grant for his discovery. The grand transfer of such a large sum was conducted in a formal and highly orchestrated manner, befitting the occasion.

The £50 million was presented via a ceremonial cheque handed over by the Prime Minister, who stood beside Alex.

The cheque, emblazoned with the UK government's seal, was accompanied by a formal letter outlining the purpose of the grant.

The media captured every moment as the Prime Minister delivered a speech praising Alex's groundbreaking discovery and the UK's commitment to supporting innovation.

While the funds were substantial, they were not transferred electronically as they might be in modern times.

Instead, Alex was handed a bank draft that would be processed through the Bank of England, with arrangements made for the money to be deposited into Alex's preferred account.

Following the ceremony, the atmosphere relaxed into a reception.

Several young women, both British and international, approached Alex with introductions. While he greeted each one with charm and respect, he maintained a polite distance.

Alex was well aware of the attention he garnered but had no intention of indulging distractions.

"My work demands most of my time," he explained to one particularly persistent young woman, "Though I appreciate your kind words," Alex said with a polite smile.

[You're just so particular,] Lily's voice echoed in Alex's mind, tinged with amusement.

Alex chuckled softly, responding inwardly. "Well, I've seen my fair share of beauties over the years. But truth be told, I don't fancy casual relations. I'd rather wait for someone who truly feels worthwhile."

As the reception continued, Alex remained the center of attention.

When the event concluded, he left Buckingham Palace, the crowd outside still abuzz with excitement over the ceremony. Alex returned to his hotel, already planning his next steps, knowing the world was watching London closely.