The Miniaturians
Dec 10, 2022 18:47:08 GMT -5
Post by Radrook Admin on Dec 10, 2022 18:47:08 GMT -5
The Miniaturians
by Radrook
by Radrook
The alien ship had landed on what seemed to the crew as a gigantic leaf of a tree totally unnoticed by the Earth’s dominant species who were totally unaware that their planet had just been invaded. In comparison with these invaders, who were ant-sized, everything about this planet was huge. When the tiny aliens finally decided to make-their presence known, there was widespread fear. That was until the truth about their size was revealed. Then the morbid fear had turned to mockery.
The whole thing was aired so everyone on the planet could enjoy the spectacle of microscopic aliens demanding an immediate capitulation from Earth’s governments.
“So let me get this straight. They are demanding that we unconditionally surrender?” Ronald McCray, the an elderly carpenter of European descent said to his elderly wife as she was serving him the traditional turkey on the day referred to as Thanksgiving in the USA.
“Can you imagine that?” she giggled, causing dimples on her ruddy plump face to stand out, and then both burst out laughing.
“I mean? How big are they?” he said as he took a big bite out of the roasted turkey-leg he was holding in his hand.
“Well, if we are to go by the size of their ship, which is approx. the size of a pencil, they sure must be tiny. Maybe the size of an ant?” Ronald said as he very casually crushed an ant that had been scurrying across the white mantled dinner table with his thumb.
“Are they really serious?” Clara his wife asked as she served the vegetables. “
“Yep! As serious as hell. Demanding not just full unconditional surrender, but an immediate disarmament by all Earth's governments as well. Of course we are humoring them by promising to cooperate and by feigning to be terrorized by their threats. Boy! Heh! Heh! Just wait until they find out that we were just funnin! That will be the mother of all jokes. Won't it Clara!?”
“Well Ronald, that depends.” his wife replied nonchalantly as she prepared coffee.
“Depends on what?” Ronald stopped eating and became suddenly dead serious.
“It depends on whether they can back up their threats hon.”
“Are you kidding me? ” Ronald wiped the grease from his lips with the paper napkin and flung it angrily down against the table top. With what? With the weapons they have on that tiny pencil-sized ship?”
Clara remained silent for a long while. She had been a fervently dedicated student of physics during her young adult life, and certain possibilities were running rampant through her scientifically-trained mind. Yes, she knew that the size of these aliens seemed to indicate weakness. But exactly how relevant was size in this case was the issue. Of course, she didn’t expect her husband, to understand the nuances of her thoughts since he was just a carpenter. Furthermore, she love him too much to worry him. Nevertheless, she was sure that Earth’s scientists were all secretly considering things in a much more serious manner than the untutored masses who were being encouraged to consider them, a delusional joke.
“One never knows dear” she stated enigmatically and attempted to leave it at that.
“I might not have the scientifically-trained mind that you have Clara, but I am definitely not dumb. What exactly is on your mind?” he asked in a dead-serious fashion while slowly sliding the plate of food to the side to show her how improbable he considered the subject.
“Well, what I mean is that smallness doesn’t be necessarily mean that they cannot harm us. That's what I mean.”
Since he looked baffled by her statement, she decided to clarify a little while trying not to terrify her very sensitive husband who tended to suffer from nervous breakdowns and had even been hospitalized once as a consequence.
“Well, hon, they might be able to release some kind of extremely virulent alien pathogen into our environment, a pathogen so alien to our immune system, that the entire human race could very quickly become extinct in a matter of a few months. Or they might have been able to manipulate anti-matter in a very effective way which might compensate for the size differential. Or they might have the ability to control gravity and be able to easily divert hosts of comets from our Kuiper Belt and Asteroids from our Asteroid Belt towards a chosen target area. ”
For a few very long moments Ronald just sat there in a deeply pensive manner, and she began to fear that her statements of hypothetical possibilities had been a bit too strong for him to grapple with. At that moment, to make matters worse, the alien ambassadors speech was being televised. They had planned to watch it during their thanksgiving dinner, but now it didn’t seem like such a good idea. Her husband Ronald’s hands were trembling and he had broken out in a sweat. Meanwhile, the tiny alien who was speaking from the cockpit of his tiny ship was punctuating all his demands with an accusatory index finger at the camera and was baring his tiny although serrated dagger-shaped teeth. Of course, at normal volume, the alien’s speech would have sounded like a very distant buzzing similar to that of a fly or a mosquito. But with the electronic amplification, his voice was made to sound thunderous.
“People of Earth, we have provided you with sufficient time to disarm yourselves as a token of compliance with our demands. If you continue refuse to capitulate, then you will suffer the consequences! We are merciful, but we are firm. ”
Many TV stations in the United states had laughter piped in immediately after the alien had finished his speech. That was followed by the news anchorman holding up a pencil-sized replica of their ship and smilingly saying: “Don’t worry folks! They really mean us no harm!”
The next day, Earth had been divested of most human life and had became colonized by Miniaturians as the humans had mockingly called them. Those permitted to survive would serve the Miniaturians who considered their huge size a curiosity and could use it as intimidation a threat against the rest of the galaxy’s civilizations whose denizens were normal-sized creatures such as they.
The whole thing was aired so everyone on the planet could enjoy the spectacle of microscopic aliens demanding an immediate capitulation from Earth’s governments.
“So let me get this straight. They are demanding that we unconditionally surrender?” Ronald McCray, the an elderly carpenter of European descent said to his elderly wife as she was serving him the traditional turkey on the day referred to as Thanksgiving in the USA.
“Can you imagine that?” she giggled, causing dimples on her ruddy plump face to stand out, and then both burst out laughing.
“I mean? How big are they?” he said as he took a big bite out of the roasted turkey-leg he was holding in his hand.
“Well, if we are to go by the size of their ship, which is approx. the size of a pencil, they sure must be tiny. Maybe the size of an ant?” Ronald said as he very casually crushed an ant that had been scurrying across the white mantled dinner table with his thumb.
“Are they really serious?” Clara his wife asked as she served the vegetables. “
“Yep! As serious as hell. Demanding not just full unconditional surrender, but an immediate disarmament by all Earth's governments as well. Of course we are humoring them by promising to cooperate and by feigning to be terrorized by their threats. Boy! Heh! Heh! Just wait until they find out that we were just funnin! That will be the mother of all jokes. Won't it Clara!?”
“Well Ronald, that depends.” his wife replied nonchalantly as she prepared coffee.
“Depends on what?” Ronald stopped eating and became suddenly dead serious.
“It depends on whether they can back up their threats hon.”
“Are you kidding me? ” Ronald wiped the grease from his lips with the paper napkin and flung it angrily down against the table top. With what? With the weapons they have on that tiny pencil-sized ship?”
Clara remained silent for a long while. She had been a fervently dedicated student of physics during her young adult life, and certain possibilities were running rampant through her scientifically-trained mind. Yes, she knew that the size of these aliens seemed to indicate weakness. But exactly how relevant was size in this case was the issue. Of course, she didn’t expect her husband, to understand the nuances of her thoughts since he was just a carpenter. Furthermore, she love him too much to worry him. Nevertheless, she was sure that Earth’s scientists were all secretly considering things in a much more serious manner than the untutored masses who were being encouraged to consider them, a delusional joke.
“One never knows dear” she stated enigmatically and attempted to leave it at that.
“I might not have the scientifically-trained mind that you have Clara, but I am definitely not dumb. What exactly is on your mind?” he asked in a dead-serious fashion while slowly sliding the plate of food to the side to show her how improbable he considered the subject.
“Well, what I mean is that smallness doesn’t be necessarily mean that they cannot harm us. That's what I mean.”
Since he looked baffled by her statement, she decided to clarify a little while trying not to terrify her very sensitive husband who tended to suffer from nervous breakdowns and had even been hospitalized once as a consequence.
“Well, hon, they might be able to release some kind of extremely virulent alien pathogen into our environment, a pathogen so alien to our immune system, that the entire human race could very quickly become extinct in a matter of a few months. Or they might have been able to manipulate anti-matter in a very effective way which might compensate for the size differential. Or they might have the ability to control gravity and be able to easily divert hosts of comets from our Kuiper Belt and Asteroids from our Asteroid Belt towards a chosen target area. ”
For a few very long moments Ronald just sat there in a deeply pensive manner, and she began to fear that her statements of hypothetical possibilities had been a bit too strong for him to grapple with. At that moment, to make matters worse, the alien ambassadors speech was being televised. They had planned to watch it during their thanksgiving dinner, but now it didn’t seem like such a good idea. Her husband Ronald’s hands were trembling and he had broken out in a sweat. Meanwhile, the tiny alien who was speaking from the cockpit of his tiny ship was punctuating all his demands with an accusatory index finger at the camera and was baring his tiny although serrated dagger-shaped teeth. Of course, at normal volume, the alien’s speech would have sounded like a very distant buzzing similar to that of a fly or a mosquito. But with the electronic amplification, his voice was made to sound thunderous.
“People of Earth, we have provided you with sufficient time to disarm yourselves as a token of compliance with our demands. If you continue refuse to capitulate, then you will suffer the consequences! We are merciful, but we are firm. ”
Many TV stations in the United states had laughter piped in immediately after the alien had finished his speech. That was followed by the news anchorman holding up a pencil-sized replica of their ship and smilingly saying: “Don’t worry folks! They really mean us no harm!”
The next day, Earth had been divested of most human life and had became colonized by Miniaturians as the humans had mockingly called them. Those permitted to survive would serve the Miniaturians who considered their huge size a curiosity and could use it as intimidation a threat against the rest of the galaxy’s civilizations whose denizens were normal-sized creatures such as they.