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A Meeting With An Alien
I approached him, astronaut suit tight to my ribs and thighs, but hesitated at the anti-climax of the meeting. We were in the same spacial area but inhabited different worlds because simply I had oxygen and he did not, or it did not. His perceptions couldn’t take him into an ordered relationship with me, his eyes maybe could not love like me, his torso did not spring arms to hug, his head did not glamourise him with hair, and his mouth did not support a controlled tongue which could wield expressive language. Indigo meeting, No relationship offered, Only stares confound. I wanted to know if he could spout goo, space dirt or even acid, so I took a small step to for him to expose his personality. He squealed, or so I thought he did because I couldn’t hear him in my helmet, and then squirmed just like an enormous worm. He did not apparently have an apprehension of my friendly gesture, but at the same time he did not actively object to my figure, so after a second I returned to my non-controversial position and he circled and circled and did a bit of a dance. I realised then that I could love him as I should as he’d shown me that he understood basic movement and that he had some body rhythm. First move mine, human, Any reply, any way, fine, Gratified maybe. Taking him home would’ve been perfect, back to earth to enjoy a specially made atmospheric arena, and we would’ve observed him because he would not have been as a teen observed in a glass box or as a person unwell who is sectioned for sedation, but he would’ve had a relationship with me, entertainment, and hopefully fun in his own sphere. We would’ve let him and encouraged him to develop so that he could’ve grown his brain in order that he could’ve spoken to me for him to realise we only wanted to share our humanity with him, love him and learn from his existence. But how could we transport him without accident and with respect for his physiology and his own special systems? Could it be done? The gem oxygen, Two worlds expressed bodily, Oh come back with me!
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