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The ETB tries to stretch it’s arms out, but stops with an instant expression of pain running across it’s face.
Is there anything I can do to help? I feel instant compassion for the ETB
Are you different from the other humans on this station?
Well, I’m not in the know about what’s going on, and I’ve got no authority at all. I’m just writing the log on a visiting spaceship, and this is my first time in space. I believe the captain thought I would die or be seriously harmed here with you… Are you going to harm me? I avoid saying ‘kill’ although that’s the word that’s really on my mind.
The ETB sits up and frees itself entirely from the wire web. Even though it’s only sitting, it’s already several heads taller than me. It moves with difficulty, and looks stiff from being tied up.
Is that oxygen? The ETB looks at my oxygen mask.
Yes. My heart beats faster.
The ETB reaches out for my oxygen tank, and I let it go. The ETB takes a couple of deep breaths of oxygen, and then returns it to me. It closes its eyes for a little while, and the color of the skin gradually becomes more vivid. I realize that the body isn’t naked, but covered by some kind of thin suit.
It looks straight at me with its aquatic blue eyes beaming with intelligence. I only fought back when they wanted to cage me in and conduct tests on me. Even then I didn’t fight fiercely. I could have killed them all. But that’s not why I’ve come. In a sense, I’m a diplomat. I’ve come here in peace, to share knowledge about my world, my people, and our technology. But the people here aren’t open. The valuable knowledge we have passed on isn’t being used or shared, as we intended. I suppose the leaders of this world wish to keep the balance of power and knowledge the way it is. Keep the suppressed in suppression. Keep the poor in poverty. Keep the unenlightened in darkness. Keep the powerful in power.
I guess you’re right. I’m thinking of Captain Alvah and his megalomaniac and homicidal tendencies. I wonder if he understands the game he’s supporting.
Can I trust you?
…I don’t know. I would like to think so... trust me with what?
The ETB gets on its feet. It’s at least twice as tall as I am. I feel tiny. Even when it’s moving stiffly around, it’s impressive and appears omnipotent. I’m nothing but a squishable piss-ant in comparison with this proud and intelligent creature. It looks like it could tear the glass cage apart like a cardboard box.
Do you trust me? The voice sounds deeper and the ETB looks down at me.
Do I trust you? I think it’s a little early to say, but I sure trust you more than I trust Captain Alvah out there. He’d enjoy seeing me dead.
I suppose that’s good enough. I feel your vibration too—it’s generally positive. Will you take my light to my ship?
I’m happy to help you, but I’m not sure they’ll let me go anywhere near your ship. I conclude that the vessel I encountered before is the ship in question—so indeed it was an ET Vessel.
Tell them I’ve told you how they can fly the ship, and that you’ll show them.
Yeah, that might do it. So what’s the ‘light’ you need me to take?
The light is my essence. As light, I can travel as fast as light, like the others do. But I don’t think my body will survive without the proper hibernation maintenance and careful supervision, so once it’s done, I’ll not be able to return to my body again, and never again be bound in this body. I’ll only exist as pure presence in the form of light.
I feel my mind dropping its jar in astonishment. This is hyper sci-fi technology like in a fantasy! Only it’s real. These ET Beings have found a way for their soul to stay alive even after death. The eternal and never dying soul.
Tell me what to do.
It’s simple... The ETB instructs me step by step what it wants me to do to. Then it kneels down in front of me, so I’m looking straight into these beautiful aquatic and intelligent
Is there anything I can do to help? I feel instant compassion for the ETB
Are you different from the other humans on this station?
Well, I’m not in the know about what’s going on, and I’ve got no authority at all. I’m just writing the log on a visiting spaceship, and this is my first time in space. I believe the captain thought I would die or be seriously harmed here with you… Are you going to harm me? I avoid saying ‘kill’ although that’s the word that’s really on my mind.
The ETB sits up and frees itself entirely from the wire web. Even though it’s only sitting, it’s already several heads taller than me. It moves with difficulty, and looks stiff from being tied up.
Is that oxygen? The ETB looks at my oxygen mask.
Yes. My heart beats faster.
The ETB reaches out for my oxygen tank, and I let it go. The ETB takes a couple of deep breaths of oxygen, and then returns it to me. It closes its eyes for a little while, and the color of the skin gradually becomes more vivid. I realize that the body isn’t naked, but covered by some kind of thin suit.
It looks straight at me with its aquatic blue eyes beaming with intelligence. I only fought back when they wanted to cage me in and conduct tests on me. Even then I didn’t fight fiercely. I could have killed them all. But that’s not why I’ve come. In a sense, I’m a diplomat. I’ve come here in peace, to share knowledge about my world, my people, and our technology. But the people here aren’t open. The valuable knowledge we have passed on isn’t being used or shared, as we intended. I suppose the leaders of this world wish to keep the balance of power and knowledge the way it is. Keep the suppressed in suppression. Keep the poor in poverty. Keep the unenlightened in darkness. Keep the powerful in power.
I guess you’re right. I’m thinking of Captain Alvah and his megalomaniac and homicidal tendencies. I wonder if he understands the game he’s supporting.
Can I trust you?
…I don’t know. I would like to think so... trust me with what?
The ETB gets on its feet. It’s at least twice as tall as I am. I feel tiny. Even when it’s moving stiffly around, it’s impressive and appears omnipotent. I’m nothing but a squishable piss-ant in comparison with this proud and intelligent creature. It looks like it could tear the glass cage apart like a cardboard box.
Do you trust me? The voice sounds deeper and the ETB looks down at me.
Do I trust you? I think it’s a little early to say, but I sure trust you more than I trust Captain Alvah out there. He’d enjoy seeing me dead.
I suppose that’s good enough. I feel your vibration too—it’s generally positive. Will you take my light to my ship?
I’m happy to help you, but I’m not sure they’ll let me go anywhere near your ship. I conclude that the vessel I encountered before is the ship in question—so indeed it was an ET Vessel.
Tell them I’ve told you how they can fly the ship, and that you’ll show them.
Yeah, that might do it. So what’s the ‘light’ you need me to take?
The light is my essence. As light, I can travel as fast as light, like the others do. But I don’t think my body will survive without the proper hibernation maintenance and careful supervision, so once it’s done, I’ll not be able to return to my body again, and never again be bound in this body. I’ll only exist as pure presence in the form of light.
I feel my mind dropping its jar in astonishment. This is hyper sci-fi technology like in a fantasy! Only it’s real. These ET Beings have found a way for their soul to stay alive even after death. The eternal and never dying soul.
Tell me what to do.
It’s simple... The ETB instructs me step by step what it wants me to do to. Then it kneels down in front of me, so I’m looking straight into these beautiful aquatic and intelligent
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