Insectoid Ambassador
Dec 10, 2022 18:51:40 GMT -5
Post by Radrook Admin on Dec 10, 2022 18:51:40 GMT -5
Ambassador
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Radrook
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The insectoid alien was sitting on a metal stool in a semi-dark room under the solitary light bulb. The charges? Exhibiting extremely suspicious behavior. He really couldn’t comprehend what he had done to deserve such a charge just a few weeks after arrival. After all, he'd abided by all the laws of the Earth region that they called the USA.
He'd made certain not to contradict their religious Christian beliefs, so as not to appear as some sort of demonic religious threat. He'd worn a large silver crucifix around his neck, and had even 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'd even assumed a humanoid 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. Totally prepared to blend in with whatever alien 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 praises from his colleagues 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 in the city they called New York. 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 now 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 blue uniformed, burly, bald-headed, interrogator growled in a New York accent as he slowly paced back and forth while taking occasional puffs from this smoldering cylindrical object he had placed between his lips, 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 managed to respond weakly. It had been several days since he had been allowed to feed, and he was feeling extremely weak. In fact, he had lost consciousness several times and they had revived him with buckets of ice cold water.
“Oh Really?" the law-enforcement officer continued. "And you expect us to believe that GARABAGE? Don’t you insectoids have any concept of what honesty means? Eh?” he 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 acceptable humanoid form. A form that they had been overjoyed to behold when he had landed at their Central Park.
“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 law officer barked sending tobacco-laden spittle flying in all directions:
“That’s just it! Nobody gives away such valuable things for nothing. So you must be up to something. What is it dam it? 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?”
Finally, the alien understood the true nature of the creatures he was dealing with. These humans would never understand. They were just too suspiciously inclined based on their own character flaws. He realized that any further adherence to the strict ambassadorial pacifist 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 along with this region of their world that he planned to visit.
He had erroneously assumed that the humans calling themselves Christians fully understood and abided by the sayings of the one whom they considered to be their savior, Jesus, and that they would be familiar with his words, and appreciate his teaching that there is more happiness in giving than in receiving. He had trusted that humanoids who placed so much trust in a sacred book, would abide by that book’s precepts, or at least appreciate them 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. He began to perceive them beyond their deep concern that they displayed towards the animals 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 above all other creatures. He finally realized that his presence posed a serious affront to all that they had been holding sacred. That to them, he could never be anything other than an abomination.
With that realization, the alien no longer felt qualms at all in telepathically detonating the device located on his ship, a devise that electromagnetically enclosed anti-matter, which would kill every single one within the geographical coordinates he would telepathically transmit.
They were about to administer another beating with the lead-reinforced baton 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 cadaver-strewn streets below.
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.