RSS
Home
The accidental ambassadors
Print
Email
RSS
Subscribe
ufo
It was the end of October and, stricken with insomnia, I traversed a woodland grove in desperate search of rest with a feral black cat shadowing my steps. Suddenly, I emerged into a clearing where I encountered a gilded starship in a motionless hover, its sole navigator a diminutive alien floating on a pillow at its backlit base. The alien spoke to me in a language that was conveyed using a combination of aural vibration and smoke. Although I couldn't understand it, the cat could, and he miraculously translated the conversation for us.
"He's trying to tell you that he is lost," said the cat.
"Tell him that this is the planet Earth and we are honored to welcome him here." The cat relayed my reply by switching his tail. The alien seemed to understand.
Another dance of smoke and trilling vibration before the cat turned back to me and said: "He is gracious but afraid, and says that Earth is still blacklisted from the Intergalactic Community. He wants to know where to find Mars, or at least Sweden."
I lowered my head and pointed to the dot of Mars in the night sky. The alien thanked me, boarded his ship, and used a wormhole to hyper-jump to Mars' orbit. I saw a small flash in the starfield when he arrived.
I wished the black cat a happy Halloween and, just before disappearing into the treeline, he told me that the dry food I've been putting in a dish out on my back porch is absolute batshit.
Carl Sagan and Stephen Hawking
Related Articles:
Add a Comment
