Boy howdy. I haven’t been this excited about UFOs since the 1960s, when my big brother used to insist to me that aliens were hovering over our house all night.
I could hardly sleep back then, partly because I was afraid that I’d miss all the UFO excitement and never get the chance to meet the alien beings. And partly because I was convinced that a Martian was going to crawl in my window and eat my brains.
Either way, the prospect of a UFO sighting dominated a lot of backyard conversation back then.
And that excitement is back once again, thanks to an eagerly awaited Pentagon report on UFO sightings around the globe.
I can’t sleep now, either, although that might be due to age more than aliens. Still, the excitement and curiosity have my little brain all abuzz.
What if there really is some distant civilization that has somehow discovered our tiny blue planet? What if they really are hypersonically zooming around our atmosphere and observing us with their weird insectile eyes?
Wouldn’t they have made contact with us by now?
I actually have a theory about that.
See, I was thinking that if the space invaders starting watching us in the 1960s, they may have decided that this planet had a lot of evolving to do before it would be safe to visit. They would have flown over us and observed thick clouds of smoke choking humanity’s major cities. Even from space, they would have noticed the stinking rivers of sludge, the stench of burning coal, and the tar-soaked coastlines.
“Jeez”, they would have chittered to each other, “These creatures don’t even know enough not to foul their own nests.”
They would have been appalled.
Naturally, they would also have seen the fighting, slaughtering, murdering and warring going on all over the place. “Too stupid to realize they’re all the same species,” the boss alien would have sighed. “Let’s keep looking for a safer planet to visit. How bout if we give these beings a chance to work things out? We can come back in 50 or 60 years, see if there are any signs of improvement.”
Off they may have zipped, disappearing into the void in search of something better.
So what if they came back in the early 2000s? Do you think they would have decided to land here and make friends?
I can imagine the conversation as the new and improved hypersupersonic intergalactic vehicle began its approach to earth.
“Sir”, the Vice Boss Alien would have said, “Our instruments show that the pollution problems on Earth have been greatly reduced.”
“Good news, VBA, thank you!”
“Yessir. That is the good news. But that’s about all the good news I can give you. The rest of the story is pretty grim.”
Boss Alien would have sighed through little vents in his upper back.
“Full report, please.”
“Well, sir, it appears that a deadly virus has begun to circulate the earth. The humans are dropping like flies. They haven’t been able to figure out how they can keep themselves safe, even though their rudimentary science has shown them that if they put small pieces of material over their breathing holes, the virus can be kept away.”
“Vice Boss, I’m sorry. You’re not making sense. They KNOW that covering their breathing holes will protect the species, right? What do you mean they haven’t figured it out?”
“It’s very hard for advanced species like us to understand, sir… but these primitive creatures are fighting each other over facts. They seem to be quite superstitious and they definitely don’t trust each other.
Let me explain a little more, sir. You see, they have also found a preventative treatment, a vaccine, that will protect them. But these creatures are unable to cooperate with each other to share the treatments, so some of them are safe, while others are getting sicker and dying more quickly. And some of the sick ones want the treatment, but the healthy ones refuse to take it. It’s basically a mess.”
Boss Alien would have been confused, but he would have studied his instruments in search of something hopeful.
He would have been disappointed.
“H’mmmmm. I see that the slaughtering has continued. These creatures have been killing each other on the same small patches of sand since the last time we were here. They haven’t learned one damn thing, have they? There are still babies starving all over the place, the number of non-human species is dwindling, they’re running out of water…….
…..and it’s a lot hotter than it was last time we flew by.”
The Vice Boss would have looked at his report once more, and then he would have closed the cover.
“It’s definitive then?”
“I’m afraid so, VBA. It’s time to move on.
“There is clearly no intelligent life here.”
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6 thoughts on “Thinking About Our Alien Visitors”
Exactly. That about sums it up.
We wouldn’t be much of a prize would we…
Precisely my thoughts on the matter. You’ve got it right, Karen…
I guess were not worth meeting. *_*
That conversation between the Boss Alien and the VBA is the best thing I’ve read in a while. I could totally see it going down that way.