Ambassador
Nov 29, 2022 3:53:45 GMT -5
Post by Radrook Admin on Nov 29, 2022 3:53:45 GMT -5
Ambassador
The insectoid alien was sitting on a metal stool under the solitary lightbulb in a semi-dark room in the recesses of an Earthian law- enforcement agency. The charges? Exhibiting extremely suspicious behavior. He really couldn’t understand what he had done to deserve such a charge. Just a weeks after arrival. After all, he had abided by all the laws of the Earth region that they called the USA. He had made certain not to contradict their religious Christian beliefs so as not to appear as some sort of demonic religious threat. He had worn a large silver crucifix around his neck and even had read and studied their sacred book they called the Bible. He had even prayed what they called the Lord’s Prayer at the United Nations where the entire world could see.
He had even introduced himself morphed from insectoid to humanoid outward mammalian physical appearance for the sake of interplanetary diplomacy. Yes, he was a diplomat. A creature specifically educated and trained to assuage and minimize alien cultural differences. To blend in with whatever society he would be assigned. His record was impeccable. All the three hundred worlds he had visited had been added to the planetary roster of member worlds. In all he had received accolades of praise from his collegues for his work and for going far beyond what his basic duties demanded.
Yet, after merely one month of residing on this planet called Earth, he was under arrest and being interrogated in this small dark room that was part of a law enforcement building . Of course, the beatings that they had administered had forced him to assume his original insectoid form and that had greatly aggravated the suspicion. In fact, it had intensified it to such a degree, that he was afraid for his own life.
“So why did you cunningly assume a humanoid form all this time when you are clearly a filthy insect?” the burly interrogator growled as he took intermittent puffs from, this cylindrical object between his lips that he had lit up and which produced acrid smoke.
“It was to assuage any inherent fears that might arise because of our species differences. That is all,” the alien ambassador said weakly. It had been several days since he had eaten, and he was extremely weak.
“Oh Really? And you expect us to believe that GARABAGE? Don’t you insectoids have any concept of what honesty means? Eh?” the interrogator shouted, while placing his scowling face close to the alien’s and holding the lead-reinforced baton aloft threatening to deliver yet another blow to the alien’s skull which was already battered and bleeding. At first, the alien had responded to every question, but since it did it no good, he had decided it didn’t make any difference. Yet, if indeed they were going to kill him, then he needed to know why they had placed him under arrest in the first place when he had still been in his humanoid form.
“If you are going to execute me, then please reveal the reason why I was first detained. What had I done? Had I not showered every single human I had contact with with gifts? Had I not gone out of my way to share with you the precious knowledge that could help your civilization advance more quickly towards interstellar flight? Had I not shown you the cure for the malady you call cancer?
“Exactly!” the human barked, “That’s just it! Nobody gives away such valuable things for nothing. So you must be up to something. What is it damit? Spit it out! Why the hell are you being so damn generous and wanting us to think that we owe you nothing in return? So you can lull us into complacency in order to attack us when our guard is down? Is that why?”
Suddenly the alien understood the true nature of the creatures he was dealing with. These humans would never understand. They were just too suspicious inclined based on their own character flaws. He also realized that adherence to the strict ambassadorial policy would prove fatal in this case since these humans would murder him in order to extract some confession of guilt. It was patently an unavoidable, irresistible, psychological human necessity which he had failed to perceive when he had been assigned to Earth, a planet that he had so meticulously studied and the region of their world that he planned to visit.
He had erroneously assumed humans calling themselves Christians fully understood the sayings of the one whom they considered their savior, Jesus, and would be familiar with his words, and appreciate his teaching that there is more happiness in giving than in receiving. Had trusted that humanoids who placed so much trust in a sacred book would abide by that book’s precepts or at least appreciate it when observed in others.
But now, for the first time since his arrival on Earth, he had finally perceived humans divested of their superficial smiles and religious claims. Beyond their concern extended often even to lower animals such as what they referred to as dogs and cats. He finally understood why. These lower animal’s posed no affront to their sense of superiority over all other life forms. They offered no challenge to the human sense of being chosen. He finally realized that his presence posed a serious affront to all that they had been holding sacred.
With that realization, the alien no longer felt qualms at all in telepathically detonating the device that he had on his ship, a devise that electromagnetically enclosed anti matter, that would kill every single one within the geographical coordinates he would telepathically transmit. They were about to administer another beating when he did it, and the entire area of Manhattan was left lifeless. Cars careened out of control slamming into people and other vehicles as those at the wheel expired. Airplanes at La Guardia airport plummeted into the nearby Hudson River and some into the streets below, streets that were already ladened with cadavers.
Amidst the carnage, the alien slowly and sadly walked to his ship feeling that for once he had failed. Set course for his very distant planet, tagged Earth as quarantined, and never returned again.
He had even introduced himself morphed from insectoid to humanoid outward mammalian physical appearance for the sake of interplanetary diplomacy. Yes, he was a diplomat. A creature specifically educated and trained to assuage and minimize alien cultural differences. To blend in with whatever society he would be assigned. His record was impeccable. All the three hundred worlds he had visited had been added to the planetary roster of member worlds. In all he had received accolades of praise from his collegues for his work and for going far beyond what his basic duties demanded.
Yet, after merely one month of residing on this planet called Earth, he was under arrest and being interrogated in this small dark room that was part of a law enforcement building . Of course, the beatings that they had administered had forced him to assume his original insectoid form and that had greatly aggravated the suspicion. In fact, it had intensified it to such a degree, that he was afraid for his own life.
“So why did you cunningly assume a humanoid form all this time when you are clearly a filthy insect?” the burly interrogator growled as he took intermittent puffs from, this cylindrical object between his lips that he had lit up and which produced acrid smoke.
“It was to assuage any inherent fears that might arise because of our species differences. That is all,” the alien ambassador said weakly. It had been several days since he had eaten, and he was extremely weak.
“Oh Really? And you expect us to believe that GARABAGE? Don’t you insectoids have any concept of what honesty means? Eh?” the interrogator shouted, while placing his scowling face close to the alien’s and holding the lead-reinforced baton aloft threatening to deliver yet another blow to the alien’s skull which was already battered and bleeding. At first, the alien had responded to every question, but since it did it no good, he had decided it didn’t make any difference. Yet, if indeed they were going to kill him, then he needed to know why they had placed him under arrest in the first place when he had still been in his humanoid form.
“If you are going to execute me, then please reveal the reason why I was first detained. What had I done? Had I not showered every single human I had contact with with gifts? Had I not gone out of my way to share with you the precious knowledge that could help your civilization advance more quickly towards interstellar flight? Had I not shown you the cure for the malady you call cancer?
“Exactly!” the human barked, “That’s just it! Nobody gives away such valuable things for nothing. So you must be up to something. What is it damit? Spit it out! Why the hell are you being so damn generous and wanting us to think that we owe you nothing in return? So you can lull us into complacency in order to attack us when our guard is down? Is that why?”
Suddenly the alien understood the true nature of the creatures he was dealing with. These humans would never understand. They were just too suspicious inclined based on their own character flaws. He also realized that adherence to the strict ambassadorial policy would prove fatal in this case since these humans would murder him in order to extract some confession of guilt. It was patently an unavoidable, irresistible, psychological human necessity which he had failed to perceive when he had been assigned to Earth, a planet that he had so meticulously studied and the region of their world that he planned to visit.
He had erroneously assumed humans calling themselves Christians fully understood the sayings of the one whom they considered their savior, Jesus, and would be familiar with his words, and appreciate his teaching that there is more happiness in giving than in receiving. Had trusted that humanoids who placed so much trust in a sacred book would abide by that book’s precepts or at least appreciate it when observed in others.
But now, for the first time since his arrival on Earth, he had finally perceived humans divested of their superficial smiles and religious claims. Beyond their concern extended often even to lower animals such as what they referred to as dogs and cats. He finally understood why. These lower animal’s posed no affront to their sense of superiority over all other life forms. They offered no challenge to the human sense of being chosen. He finally realized that his presence posed a serious affront to all that they had been holding sacred.
With that realization, the alien no longer felt qualms at all in telepathically detonating the device that he had on his ship, a devise that electromagnetically enclosed anti matter, that would kill every single one within the geographical coordinates he would telepathically transmit. They were about to administer another beating when he did it, and the entire area of Manhattan was left lifeless. Cars careened out of control slamming into people and other vehicles as those at the wheel expired. Airplanes at La Guardia airport plummeted into the nearby Hudson River and some into the streets below, streets that were already ladened with cadavers.
Amidst the carnage, the alien slowly and sadly walked to his ship feeling that for once he had failed. Set course for his very distant planet, tagged Earth as quarantined, and never returned again.