The Intolerable Benevolent Visitors
Dec 2, 2022 6:53:59 GMT -5
Post by Radrook Admin on Dec 2, 2022 6:53:59 GMT -5
The Intolerable Benevolent Visitors
By Radrook
By Radrook
That momentous moment when you arrived, in your glittering, sleek, silver, rectangular interstellar ships, had been a day as any other. Our skies were still our skies, and our sun was still our sun. Earth’s moon was still our moon, and the myriads of distant stars remained our stars. But, your sudden arrival changed all that. Then, suddenly, you seemed the masters of all.
You treated insurmountable obstacles such as overcoming the limits of the speed of light, and teleportation as mere if child’s-play. Although we admired your accomplishments, we found ourselves unable to accept. True, Earth had exposed us to un-pleasant varieties of fauna. So anything similar to them would not have fazed us. We had gradually managed to grudgingly accepted the hideous as an inevitable reality, and through it all, we had continued to deem ourselves lords of all we surveyed, and that had been enough.
But when you arrived, we simply could not countenance the extreme monstrosity your physical form. We could also not accept what your arrival demanded of us. That we, the chosen of God, the chosen caretakers of creation, were not what we had deemed ourselves to be. It seemed as if you had been sent by some malevolent power to deny us our birthright, our specialness in the universe, and were hell-bent on proving that we were merely an insignificant cogwheel in the mindless machinery of existence.
Yet, despite all this, we initially struggled to rationalize it all in one way or another. Those of us who believed in godless evolution, attributed your existence and success to the survival of the fittest. Some of the religious among us rationalized your existence as being perhaps some type of satanic glitch that would soon be repaired, or else as a test of faith expected to be grudgingly albeit patiently tolerated in order to qualify for the promised glorious afterlife reserved for the faithful.
Yet, despite our best efforts, we eventually failed. Gradually we were forced to realize that your arrival posed a psychological challenge that we simply could not surmount. Yes, you were, and still remain totally benevolent, and we remain truly grateful for your patience and your offer of assistance in all our troubles, and we do profoundly appreciate your unqualified generosities that far exceeded anything that we could ever possibly have ever imagined.
After all, we had expected the worse based on our own predatory propensities of which our human history offers many examples. The trampling of our weak by our strong. The selfish seeking of advantages by our predatory members over our helpless. The intense and seemingly instinctual envy and hatred of those who possessed whatever we lacked. The seemingly irresistible urge to savagely slaughter, maim and torture, in order to attain what they possessed.
So when you arrived, with your far superior technology, a technology that had managed to easily overcome the vast interstellar distances which had defied us as, a distance you traveled as if it had been nonexistent, we were deeply impressed. When we observed the intricate sophistication of your magnificent machines, and the seemingly infinite intricacies of your technologies and endless display of your accomplishments, we could not help but to be deeply impressed and humbled that these were accompanied by a peaceful disposition.
Perhaps if that had been all, then things would have been different. But unfortunately, to us humans, you are extremely hideous and toleration of your terrifying physical appearance has proven insurmountable. Far too horrendous was the shock when after communication only via radio, you finally revealed yourselves, on our TV screens, and we, we were were forced to turn away reeling in convulsions of terror. How could we be expected to interact calmly and on an equal basis with creatures who are the very essence of our worst nightmares? Creatures whose very presence eventually sent us fleeing in panic for the safety of our underground silos, trembling for decades deep in the bowels of our Earth, while constantly begging for you to leave us in peace lest you drive us totally insane.
Pleading for a century that you keep your gifts because we didn’t want them if the cost involved dealing personally with creatures of your physical kind. Repeatedly imploring that you would mercifully disappear into that infinite void or from wherever it was that you had emerged. Begging to be left in peace, a peace that could never be ours as long as your existence continued to impinge constantly on our consciousness.
True, you immediately patiently and mercifully concealed yourselves in your ships when realizing that we could not countenance your appearance, and repeatedly attempted to reason with us from there. You then patiently tried to cajole us out of our deep underground burrows where we trembled in disgust, and strove to rationalize our reaction as normal. But it was to no avail. There, deep within the Earth, hiding in unspeakable apprehension, we remained for decades as you waited patiently for us to reconsider, and to finally emerge in order to establish peaceful diplomatic relations. Yes, we know that you persisted, not because you needed us, but because you sincerely wished to bless us with your gifts. Gifts that we were willing to do without in order to avoid beholding you once more.
Finally, in a desperate attempt to force you to leave, we dug ourselves even deeper into the bowels of the earth and terminated all communications, and waited patiently for your disappearance. Then, after a full hundred years after your momentous arrival, you suddenly decided to depart in peace, and finally returned to your sector of the galaxy, where your multi-eyed constantly-writhing, malodorous gelatinous bodies with those snakelike heads with their fanged gaping jaws and red flickering tongues below those maliciously glaring pulsating purple eyes, are considered normal and where those other kindred creatures calmly accept you as you are.
Back to where we are no longer be forced to contemplate you, and can eventually forget and even deny that you ever existed or visited our planet. Where we can now eventually relegate you to some ridiculous childish myth, or some silly story that some insane writer had penned frenetically when under the influence of some psychedelic drug or while recalling some hellish nightmare. When things could finally return to how they had been before you arrived and offered yourselves as our benefactors, an offer we could never, and will never accept.