The Alien Comet Rips Past!
By Greg Evans
I read an article in the post the other day highlighting how, the secret alien plant from Pleiades, Avi Loeb, surmises that the 3I-Atlas is alien technology.
Of course it is! We know it, they know it (government scabs), God knows it, but NASA played their cards to the status quo, informing curious media syndicates that the interstellar enigma was nothing more than a speeding comet heading out into the distant unknown. But the reality is less glamorous. Aliens abroad this massive rocket ship had in fact considered a pit stop on earth, but as they looked through their portal-telescopic-zoom-lenses, they realized that, “hot damn! That planet is a wreck! A lot has changed, it seems, from the last time we were here, 10,000 years ago, in their years anyway,” an alien anthropologist said.
“We must stop. I want several of their women,” a member of the alien parliament said.
“No, dammit,” the captain said. “Remember the last time our superior kind visited and those filthy beasts infected us with their diseases and viruses and we brought it home and killed millions. They are the vilest of two-legged creatures in all the known galaxies. Our planet has still not fully recovered.”
“That was a long time ago sir.”
“I said no! On to Andromeda. We have our orders,” the captain said.
“I say to heck in a hammock with our orders and change course to Sagittarius where the weather is fine and the water blue as Bellatrix,” the first mate said.
“Keep dreaming,” the parliament rep muttered.
It is hard to refute the possibility that ancient space travelers or humans from the future visited earth at least in the distant past. The writings, the cave drawings are too eerily accurate.
Have they been back since? Maybe. If so, far less socially than before and my only understanding of why this could be, is that either we spread terrible disease to them, or they to us. Maybe the plague is little more than an animal cold on an alien planet, brought here by fleas attached to alien rodent stowaways on ancient spaceships. The disease liked it here, and liked nesting within and killing humans even more. Such outrageous thinking is far-fetched if not wholly absurd, but so is politics.
You might wonder if I worry that people will think oddly of me for such balderdash, as disease-carrying fleas on space rodent stowaways, and I imagine some would grow red in the cheeks, but I would be a fool to lose a blissful minute of sleep over the scorn of some flat-brained beasts caught in the mudslide of the masses.
Imagine John Lennon refused to compose because the third estate made fun of his bowl cut? The hubris to make such a lofty comparison.
Imagine Faulkner retired his pen because the lazy-brained buffoons criticized his dense style of writing and non-linear narratives? Fumunda!
I wonder if the aliens have to grapple with such trivial guff. If I was captaining that ship I probably wouldn’t come here either. What is more predictable than the human? Guaranteed they’d try to shoot down the aircraft, enslave the alien passengers to be tested on and then sold off to the highest bidder in surreptitious forums.
The alien craft would kept in an underground bunker outside Deming, New Mexico, reverse-engineered; then the craft would be sent on a return mission to the distant planet where humans would kill and enslave the entire population and hunt all the strange alien animals for sport. The humans would steal all their resources, claim the land as their own, and then begin fighting over the land amongst each other. Eventually nations would form and sub-divisions and condos would go up everywhere. Massive cities with crippling traffic where milk costs $30 a gallon. Taxes would be through the roof, sales taxes, property taxes, capital gains taxes, income taxes, license plate taxes, renewal of passport taxes, on and on. Crime would be rampant. Politicians would get rich and fat. Eventually the aliens would succumb to drug and alcohol abuse on alien reservations in the frozen fringes of the empire.
If there was anyone in history that could have made a sufficient observation of an alien spacecraft, and better yet, an alien encounter, it would have been either William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Pliny the Younger (61 AD - 113 AD?; (Pliny the Younger disappeared around 113 in what is now Turkey), Ursula K. Le Guin (1929-2018), and Ambrose Bierce (1842 - ?); (Bierce disappeared in Mexico during the Mexican Revolution, after the year 1917 when the crossed the border into Mexico by way of Texas). I suggest these four individuals as they wrote most succinctly and genuinely about the nature of humans with keen and desperately honest observations and interpretations.
Pliny the Younger is the only one who needed translation into English. To read his letters, I recommend Betty Radice’s edition. His letters, like Hamlet, Words are My Matter, and An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge, must be read, at least once, before this magical thing we call life extinguishes.
While we are on the subject, I must admit that I would rather read a billion books in a lifetime, than have a billion dollars in my wallet and never having read a single book. I imagine I am the only soul is this grand world with such reproachable musings.
If aliens were truly able to travel here to earth from distant galaxies, they would snicker at the simple musings of mankind.
Sometimes I wonder if Elon Musk is an alien trying to get home. That is why he is working so hard on that space program. Or maybe his soul was once within the body of an alien visitor to the Sumerians or some earlier civilization. Somehow he got stuck here, married and the soul has been reincarnated ever since, all the while trying desperately to return to its own planet and galaxy.
That might be even too science fiction for science fiction, if that can even be possible. Walt Disney said anything is possible. I believe him. If you asked Disney whether 3I-Atlas was an alien flying space city, he’d just wink at you and light up a smoke. I truly wonder where that thing (3I-Atlas) is going to end up, or if it would be possible for it to sail through space forever?