Rose 6
It's now pack mule time. That is, I have to check out a dozen library books to work on my one chapter during the holidays. And yes, I'll admit I'm puffing by the time I reach my third floor walkup apartment.
As I open the door, I see a strange sight. Say four feet tall, a green female space alien. And no, I never drink nor do any drugs, legal or otherwise.
She grins, in a metallic whir which indicates a mechanical translator, says, "hello Rose, how are things going?"
"I rather doubt that you happen to be a hallucination. So, what exactly are you doing here?"
"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Xar, an anthropological officer aboard the SS Gargantuan."
"Xar, don't for one minute think you can fool me. There is nowhere in the known galaxy where you'd be assigned the Earth beat unless you'd screwed up bigtime. So, level with me, tell me the story or get lost."
She blushes a bit, turning a darker shade of green. Then she shrugs, "all right then, I prefer them that way. Less hoohaw and running around in circles." She then goes on to give a long and humorous story of a crowd of cadets out on a bender. Coming home in their hovercar, her driving and well over the legal limit, they have a head on collision with the commandant of the academy.
Tentative smile, "and now, what I want outa you. We always seek out those sentient beings who happen to be alone mosta the time, they tend to be much better observers and more perceptive towards their fellow beings. And it is against our policy to show ourselves to two or more gathered in the same place. So, I intend to drop in from time to time, ask you various questions about ah shall we say anomalies in Earthling thought."
I chuckle, "Xar, you're nuts or high on something. Go on back to your ship. Given that there is little to no logic in the Earthling condition, how in Hades am I to be expected to answer about any of it?"
Huge smile, "well for sure you passed the test, exactly the sort of person we seek. I'll drop in several times over the holidays."
As she fades into thin air, I groan inwardly. What can you do?
As I open the door, I see a strange sight. Say four feet tall, a green female space alien. And no, I never drink nor do any drugs, legal or otherwise.
She grins, in a metallic whir which indicates a mechanical translator, says, "hello Rose, how are things going?"
"I rather doubt that you happen to be a hallucination. So, what exactly are you doing here?"
"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Xar, an anthropological officer aboard the SS Gargantuan."
"Xar, don't for one minute think you can fool me. There is nowhere in the known galaxy where you'd be assigned the Earth beat unless you'd screwed up bigtime. So, level with me, tell me the story or get lost."
She blushes a bit, turning a darker shade of green. Then she shrugs, "all right then, I prefer them that way. Less hoohaw and running around in circles." She then goes on to give a long and humorous story of a crowd of cadets out on a bender. Coming home in their hovercar, her driving and well over the legal limit, they have a head on collision with the commandant of the academy.
Tentative smile, "and now, what I want outa you. We always seek out those sentient beings who happen to be alone mosta the time, they tend to be much better observers and more perceptive towards their fellow beings. And it is against our policy to show ourselves to two or more gathered in the same place. So, I intend to drop in from time to time, ask you various questions about ah shall we say anomalies in Earthling thought."
I chuckle, "Xar, you're nuts or high on something. Go on back to your ship. Given that there is little to no logic in the Earthling condition, how in Hades am I to be expected to answer about any of it?"
Huge smile, "well for sure you passed the test, exactly the sort of person we seek. I'll drop in several times over the holidays."
As she fades into thin air, I groan inwardly. What can you do?
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