Vacation on Alpha Centauri B
Nov 27, 2022 18:47:15 GMT -5
Post by Radrook Admin on Nov 27, 2022 18:47:15 GMT -5
Vacation on Alpha Centauri B
“That’s right! Keep him waiting! Make him suffer. That’s the only way that they will learn to stay on their own worlds where they are supposed to stay and not come here to our planet expecting any special treatment, "the Alpha Centaurian nurse said with a scowl on her greenish face.
Her thick upper lip was quavering with anger, similar to that of a rabid dog about to bite, and her tone of voice and manner of delivery, sounded more like barks and growls rather than humanoid speech. Her object of hatred? A muscular 300 pound, six foot six, middle aged Earthman who had been on on Alpha B on official business and who had suddenly taken ill.
He had gone to the only medical facility available on Alpha Cent B, and had been sitting on the small anti-grave waiting-room chair, hunched over, with urinary bladder cramps for eight full Earth hours. Why? Because each time his turn arrived, the bigoted Alpha Centaurian nurse would cunningly relocate his name to the bottom of the list, and he would have to start waiting all over again. Of course, he had brought it to her attention, she being the head-nurse, had angrily told him that if he didn’t want to wait, to leave. Now, leaving meant risking an intensification of the symptoms of excruciating pain during urination. So not knowing what manner of infection he might have, he certainly could not go calmly back to his hotel in that condition, and so he just hunched over, clasped his hands with determination, hunkered down the best that he could and waited.
As he sat there struggling to not feel victimized, he pondered about the Alpha Centaurian nurse’s attitude, and just couldn’t understand how such a petite female could generate that much hatred for a full eight Earth hours. He figured that such intense hatred would somehow initiate a sudden shutdown of vital organs, as was the case with the Antareans who frequently died from the intensity of their own negative emotions. But of course, each species was different, and he knew that his thoughts were just wishful thinking fomented by his frustration.
He being a religious human of the Christian faith, of course, he had to try to resist the negative thoughts and emotions that such persecution forced him to experience. Had to try and reject the strong urge to angrily assail the female verbally, and tell her exactly what his negative opinion of her unprofessional behavior was. But then again, he also knew that she was fervently hoping for him to lose his temper, so she could summon the security androids, and watch with satisfaction as they would brandish their stunning weapons on him so she could feel that justice was being done. So that also forced him to try to have patience.
Unfortunately, such behavior was not an uncommon thing among Alpha Centaurians. You see, because of their material prosperity brought about by a brisk trade based on the planet’s natural mineral resources, followed by the vast urbanization of its surface, they had come to feel superior to all other humanoids who had been far less successful, and considered their planet the epitome of worlds. In fact, they also considered themselves the epitome of creation by extension and deeply resented any other humanoid’s benefiting via immigration. The less successful the immigrant’s planet, the stronger their sense of duty against any alien from that planet was.
So the Earthman fully understood why the Alpha Centaurian nurse felt such a strong outrage at his presence at the Alpha Centaurian Medical Facility, and that made it easier for him to have the patience that he otherwise might have lacked. As he sat hunched over with elbows on his legs, he tiredly thought about these things, he could clearly hear the nurse calling other patients, all of them native Alpha Centaurians who were less ill than he was, and who had arrived five or six hours after him and even some who had just arrived. He could see her intensely glaring in his direction, as she casually and politely ushered them in, while obviously enjoying all the nuances of his discomfort, as she went about her sadistic, sordid business.
Well, as it turned out, it was after his twelve-hours of waiting, when she had once again unceremoniously relocated his name at the bottom of the waiting-list, that it suddenly happened. There was a shouting, a clearly unearthly one, since no human voice could ever possibly be so loud and so deep that it made the very walls of the waiting room vibrate. This was followed by the sound of a furious scuffle from the emergency-room reception area, and then, the limbs of the two android security guards ricocheted off the waiting-room walls, one android leg landing at the Earthman’s feet with a resounding clash. Then the alien stood at the room’s entrance glaring, a twelve foot tall muscular blue furred Sirian.
The Earthman had heard about these bad-tempered creatures back on Earth, read about them in Extra Terrestrial biology class textbooks. A very rare species indeed, a very emotional one who had an instinctive tendency to fly off the handle when frustrated. It didn’t take much. A word, a stare, a mere glance, or just some slight suspicion of being treated unjustly, and all bets were off. The creature would suddenly become a wrecking machine, first verbally, and then physically as its full instinctive urge to strike out at its source of frustration fully kicked in.
He had always thought that he would never get the opportunity to see one in person. Especially not during a vacation to Alpha Centauri b, where immigration policies were so stringent, yet, to his surprise, there it stood at the reception room entrance, bulging red eyes glaring murderously in all directions as if seeking someone to butcher.
Naturally, its unusually large size added to the threat. Fully twelve feet tall and weighing approx. 500 pounds, gnarled hairy fists that resembled wrecking balls tightly clenched, and ripped muscles bulging ominously beneath its thickly- brown-furred blue skin. Naturally, its entrance immediately sent all the emergency-room patients fleeing past him out the door, leaving the Earthman there alone. No, the Earthman had not fled, not because he wasn’t afraid of the creature. Sure he feared it. But after twelve hours of waiting, he was just too tired and depressed to react normally. So he just sat there staring tiredly. The creature, in turn, stared back at him in what appeared to be a surprised manner.
“What are you staring at Earthman?” it rumbled.
“Sorry! I was just dozing when you came barging in, and you just caught my attention. Nothing more,” the Earthman said tiredly, wondering what more could possibly go wrong with his Alpha Centaurian vacation.
“Where the hell is she?” the Sirian alien then roared.
“Where is who?” the Earthman responded.
“Where is the wicked wench who has forced me to wait on an anti-grav gurney in that damned corridor for the last 24 hours! That is who!”
“ I am just a patient here waiting the same as you!” the Earthman said, trying to avoid an escalation.
“Aha! There she is!” it thundered on catching sight of the nurse, who was hastily preparing to leave. She had heard the commotion, had accurately guessed who it was that was causing the raucous, and had decided that leaving was best. The Earthman saw her as she caught site of the Krellian, saw her large, oblong, purple panicked eyes, saw her nervously backing away from the door, and immediately stepped in front of the Krellian, blocking his way as it made a sudden move toward the nurse.
“No my brother? No!” he said. “You are far better than this. Whatever you are thinking of doing, please don’t!” he heard himself say in a calm voice of one who had once been in the Earth military and had learned to deal with such situations.
“Don’t do it, or what?” the Sirian bellowed sending purple spittle flying in all directions from the force of his exhalation and raising a massive fist as if about to strike.
“Don’t, I will sever your head clean off your massive hunched shoulders with this sonic blaster,” Earthman uttered in a very even, and calm tone of voice, as he aimed the three pronged wicked-looking weapon that he had in his hand at the Alien’s head.
For a long moment there was silence as the creature’s bulging red eyes fluttered from weapon to the Earthman’s face and back again. Then, suddenly, after heaving what sounded as a tired sigh, it swiftly turned around and left. The Earthman then sat back down and began waiting to be called again, when suddenly the nurse’s trembling voice came over the intercom.
“Mr. Maguilacuty? You are next. Please accept my apology for the long wait. Please understand that we are very understaffed, and such things tend to happen. ”
“Sure! Yeah right!” the Earthman uttered under his breath.
Her thick upper lip was quavering with anger, similar to that of a rabid dog about to bite, and her tone of voice and manner of delivery, sounded more like barks and growls rather than humanoid speech. Her object of hatred? A muscular 300 pound, six foot six, middle aged Earthman who had been on on Alpha B on official business and who had suddenly taken ill.
He had gone to the only medical facility available on Alpha Cent B, and had been sitting on the small anti-grave waiting-room chair, hunched over, with urinary bladder cramps for eight full Earth hours. Why? Because each time his turn arrived, the bigoted Alpha Centaurian nurse would cunningly relocate his name to the bottom of the list, and he would have to start waiting all over again. Of course, he had brought it to her attention, she being the head-nurse, had angrily told him that if he didn’t want to wait, to leave. Now, leaving meant risking an intensification of the symptoms of excruciating pain during urination. So not knowing what manner of infection he might have, he certainly could not go calmly back to his hotel in that condition, and so he just hunched over, clasped his hands with determination, hunkered down the best that he could and waited.
As he sat there struggling to not feel victimized, he pondered about the Alpha Centaurian nurse’s attitude, and just couldn’t understand how such a petite female could generate that much hatred for a full eight Earth hours. He figured that such intense hatred would somehow initiate a sudden shutdown of vital organs, as was the case with the Antareans who frequently died from the intensity of their own negative emotions. But of course, each species was different, and he knew that his thoughts were just wishful thinking fomented by his frustration.
He being a religious human of the Christian faith, of course, he had to try to resist the negative thoughts and emotions that such persecution forced him to experience. Had to try and reject the strong urge to angrily assail the female verbally, and tell her exactly what his negative opinion of her unprofessional behavior was. But then again, he also knew that she was fervently hoping for him to lose his temper, so she could summon the security androids, and watch with satisfaction as they would brandish their stunning weapons on him so she could feel that justice was being done. So that also forced him to try to have patience.
Unfortunately, such behavior was not an uncommon thing among Alpha Centaurians. You see, because of their material prosperity brought about by a brisk trade based on the planet’s natural mineral resources, followed by the vast urbanization of its surface, they had come to feel superior to all other humanoids who had been far less successful, and considered their planet the epitome of worlds. In fact, they also considered themselves the epitome of creation by extension and deeply resented any other humanoid’s benefiting via immigration. The less successful the immigrant’s planet, the stronger their sense of duty against any alien from that planet was.
So the Earthman fully understood why the Alpha Centaurian nurse felt such a strong outrage at his presence at the Alpha Centaurian Medical Facility, and that made it easier for him to have the patience that he otherwise might have lacked. As he sat hunched over with elbows on his legs, he tiredly thought about these things, he could clearly hear the nurse calling other patients, all of them native Alpha Centaurians who were less ill than he was, and who had arrived five or six hours after him and even some who had just arrived. He could see her intensely glaring in his direction, as she casually and politely ushered them in, while obviously enjoying all the nuances of his discomfort, as she went about her sadistic, sordid business.
Well, as it turned out, it was after his twelve-hours of waiting, when she had once again unceremoniously relocated his name at the bottom of the waiting-list, that it suddenly happened. There was a shouting, a clearly unearthly one, since no human voice could ever possibly be so loud and so deep that it made the very walls of the waiting room vibrate. This was followed by the sound of a furious scuffle from the emergency-room reception area, and then, the limbs of the two android security guards ricocheted off the waiting-room walls, one android leg landing at the Earthman’s feet with a resounding clash. Then the alien stood at the room’s entrance glaring, a twelve foot tall muscular blue furred Sirian.
The Earthman had heard about these bad-tempered creatures back on Earth, read about them in Extra Terrestrial biology class textbooks. A very rare species indeed, a very emotional one who had an instinctive tendency to fly off the handle when frustrated. It didn’t take much. A word, a stare, a mere glance, or just some slight suspicion of being treated unjustly, and all bets were off. The creature would suddenly become a wrecking machine, first verbally, and then physically as its full instinctive urge to strike out at its source of frustration fully kicked in.
He had always thought that he would never get the opportunity to see one in person. Especially not during a vacation to Alpha Centauri b, where immigration policies were so stringent, yet, to his surprise, there it stood at the reception room entrance, bulging red eyes glaring murderously in all directions as if seeking someone to butcher.
Naturally, its unusually large size added to the threat. Fully twelve feet tall and weighing approx. 500 pounds, gnarled hairy fists that resembled wrecking balls tightly clenched, and ripped muscles bulging ominously beneath its thickly- brown-furred blue skin. Naturally, its entrance immediately sent all the emergency-room patients fleeing past him out the door, leaving the Earthman there alone. No, the Earthman had not fled, not because he wasn’t afraid of the creature. Sure he feared it. But after twelve hours of waiting, he was just too tired and depressed to react normally. So he just sat there staring tiredly. The creature, in turn, stared back at him in what appeared to be a surprised manner.
“What are you staring at Earthman?” it rumbled.
“Sorry! I was just dozing when you came barging in, and you just caught my attention. Nothing more,” the Earthman said tiredly, wondering what more could possibly go wrong with his Alpha Centaurian vacation.
“Where the hell is she?” the Sirian alien then roared.
“Where is who?” the Earthman responded.
“Where is the wicked wench who has forced me to wait on an anti-grav gurney in that damned corridor for the last 24 hours! That is who!”
“ I am just a patient here waiting the same as you!” the Earthman said, trying to avoid an escalation.
“Aha! There she is!” it thundered on catching sight of the nurse, who was hastily preparing to leave. She had heard the commotion, had accurately guessed who it was that was causing the raucous, and had decided that leaving was best. The Earthman saw her as she caught site of the Krellian, saw her large, oblong, purple panicked eyes, saw her nervously backing away from the door, and immediately stepped in front of the Krellian, blocking his way as it made a sudden move toward the nurse.
“No my brother? No!” he said. “You are far better than this. Whatever you are thinking of doing, please don’t!” he heard himself say in a calm voice of one who had once been in the Earth military and had learned to deal with such situations.
“Don’t do it, or what?” the Sirian bellowed sending purple spittle flying in all directions from the force of his exhalation and raising a massive fist as if about to strike.
“Don’t, I will sever your head clean off your massive hunched shoulders with this sonic blaster,” Earthman uttered in a very even, and calm tone of voice, as he aimed the three pronged wicked-looking weapon that he had in his hand at the Alien’s head.
For a long moment there was silence as the creature’s bulging red eyes fluttered from weapon to the Earthman’s face and back again. Then, suddenly, after heaving what sounded as a tired sigh, it swiftly turned around and left. The Earthman then sat back down and began waiting to be called again, when suddenly the nurse’s trembling voice came over the intercom.
“Mr. Maguilacuty? You are next. Please accept my apology for the long wait. Please understand that we are very understaffed, and such things tend to happen. ”
“Sure! Yeah right!” the Earthman uttered under his breath.