An alien strategy
“Clearly, unless thinking beings inevitably wipe themselves out
soon after developing technology, extraterrestrial intelligence
could often be millions or billions of years in advance of us.
We’re the galaxy’s noodling newbies.”
Date: Saturday, July 5, 1947
Time: 0423 hours (Shortly before dawn)
Location: Main Crash Site
Northwest of Roswell, NM, USA
The sleep that Evan found himself in was an unnatural sleep. He wasn’t drugged, not in any normal sense of the meaning of being drugged. But somehow, he’d found sleep in the middle of one of the greatest discoveries of modern times; sleep next to an alien species he had no reason to trust.
The two aliens weren’t asleep now, they lay facing each other with their dark wide eyes open. They were silently considering Evan and their options whilst in telepathic communication with the crew that had been awakened aboard their very much larger Research Ship orbiting the Moon.
Lying in a fitful sleep beside the aliens, Evan dreamed of significant events in his life. In each event, the alien was somehow quietly present, directing the unfolding of detail in the background. He dreamed of football triumphs, and vacations with family. He dreamed of his first bitter taste of love, and of how proud his dad was at his being accepted as an Air Force cadet. He dreamed about racing cars, racing his own V-8 hot rod, getting drunk and enjoying life. He dreamed about the shame of being caught stealing at age eight. He dreamed of the horrors, atrocities, sadness yet excitement of the recent world war, . . . and he dreamed of aliens being the saviors of mankind.
Even though asleep, Evan was acutely aware of his military responsibilities. It occurred to him that he might not actually be asleep at all. He’d abandoned his post and failed to notify his superiors of the alien presence. Yet he was not overly concerned. Evan decided to continue to sleep, he needed sleep and he needed to be fresh and alert in the morning. There was much to do.
Every significant memory and motivation in Evan’s life was being dissected by the aliens. They were learning a great deal about Evan, and about human nature. More than that, the aliens were conditioning Evan’s thinking and responses. But that was okay. It was necessary after all. He wouldn’t remember this anyway.
Completely exhausted from their extensive probing, conditioning and communications, the aliens finally left Evan’s subconscious so they could rest also. They were extremely weak from their ordeal, much weaker than they appeared. The probe into Evan’s subconscious had been entirely necessary. It was now vital that they return to report their unexpected findings. Mankind was evolving in a way they’d never anticipated; in a direction they couldn’t understand. We had changed in ways that might be potentially dangerous to the peace of the galaxy.
Evan would not remember this intrusion into his thoughts when he woke. He would never remember . . . or so it was intended.
Alien awakening at Roswell
Date: Saturday, July 5, 1947
Time: 0450 hours (Shortly after dawn)
Location: Main Crash Site
Chaves County, Northwest of Roswell, NM, USA
Waking abruptly to the sound of a pistol “crack” echoing through the undulating countryside, Evan sat upright and looked at the two aliens sleeping peacefully beside him. The breaking light of day sought out the tops of hills and trees, but it was still quite dark in the gully. Evan knew they’d be searching for him; he’d slept for hours. Rising to his feet, he could hear the faint sound of a car horn in the distance . . . yes, they were looking for him alright.
It was freezing cold but the rising sun offered promise of warmth soon. The two aliens slept almost lifelessly. They’d survived the cold night wrapped up warm in the improvised reflective thermal blankets that Evan had made from spaceship debris, but they wouldn’t continue to survive without assistance. Evan checked that the aliens were still breathing and that the improvised blankets were still properly in place. They didn’t wake, and seemed content to stay put for the time being, so Evan, now free from the alien influence in his thoughts, made the decision to start the journey back towards whoever it was that was searching for him.
Evan realized that his body was well below normal temperature. He’d slept fully exposed to the elements of the night. Bending over, he tightened his shoe laces ready for a fast run to warm himself up. About five minutes into his journey Evan could faintly hear voices. He made his way towards them, not sure how he would reveal the alien presence.
‘Over here,’ yelled Evan having difficulty breathing having run so hard and fast. He was keen to report his discovery. ‘I’m over here!’
A minute later, gasping for breath, Evan was face to face with his Commanding Officer, Colonel Sam Curtis. The two had never spoken face to face before, but they recognized each other instantly by sight. Colonel Curtis struggled down an unstable rocky slope, he was clearly angry, and that anger was directed straight at Evan.
‘Where the hell have you been Cadet? Why have you deserted your post?’
Terry and Con Sanchos came scrambling over a small knoll delighted to see that Evan was okay. They slowed as they approached. The angry dressing down of Evan by Colonel Curtis was in full swing. Evan, still trying to catch his breath, seemed very distracted through it all though, he was having difficulty listening to his Commanding Officer. His thinking was highly confused and conflicted.
‘You must not reveal our existence friend,’
Evan’s mind was rushed with the telepathic communication which was accompanied with a strong feeling of empathy for the aliens’ need to remain concealed. Deep inside, his motivations were in conflict with the duties of service.
‘The fate of mankind is threatened if we’re known to your authorities.’
Evan’s enthusiasm for an encounter with others to tell of his amazing discovery had now completely vanished. What was he to do? He was in a lot of trouble for abandoning his post unless he came up with an exceptionally good excuse. Feelings and thoughts from the aliens continually rushed at Evan. At the same time, Colonel Curtis was giving him a lecture like nothing he’d experienced before. Something had to give.
Colonel Curtis’s anger was even stronger now. Slightly shorter than Evan, the Colonel stood toe to toe and looked up fiercely at Evan’s distracted appearance believing him to be grossly insubordinate. It was at that very moment, as Evan sensed the anger expressed by Colonel Curtis but could not make sense of his words . . . he realized that he could shut down the intrusive alien communication at any time he chose to. He did so immediately.
‘Sir, I wish to report that I found alien survivors from a crashed spaceship. I have been caring for them through the cold night, and decided to wait for daylight before attempting to go for help,’ blurted Evan in his defense. Finally, clarity in his purpose; he was a loyal serving cadet first and foremost. ‘They’re about a quarter mile in that direction sir.’ He was looking and pointing over his shoulder.
There was absolute stunned silence.
‘There are three aliens sir,’ continued Evan. ‘One’s dead, one is badly injured, the third seems relatively okay.’
Still silence from the others. Colonel Curtis, having finally backed off Evan, stood there with his mouth open, but he could think of nothing to say.
‘When I left them, they were sleeping,’ Evan was speaking towards Terry now. Terry seemed scared and had started retreating up the slope he’d just come down. ‘They won’t harm us. They are our . . . friends.’
‘How do you know that? How could you possibly know that?’ Terry was screaming at the top of his lungs. ‘We shot them down for Christ’s sake! They won’t be too happy about that I’ll bet!’
Con moved over to Terry in an attempt to calm him down. Con realized it was important not to panic. He turned to Colonel Curtis as if expecting him to know exactly what to do.
‘We need to get some help out here,’ said Colonel Curtis, deliberately calm, taking control of the situation as was expected of him. ‘Terry, please go back home and tell Major Baker what’s transpired here. Tell him to come personally if possible, and bring reinforcements.’
Con Sanchos hugged his son before they separated, it was clear that Terry was still very disturbed. Terry wasted no time and scrambled back across the knoll he’d just come over to make his way back to the cars.
‘A crashed spacecraft?’ asked Colonel Curtis still having difficulty coming to grips with the enormity of Evan’s claim. ‘Is it safe for us to visit the alien location?’
‘Absolutely safe sir,’ said Evan not sure if he should still be standing at attention. ‘They’re not aggressive in any way.’
‘Let’s move out then,’ said Colonel Curtis, not completely convinced and clearly very keen to put some substance into this incredible report from Cadet Armstrong. ‘Con, we might need you. Do you mind staying with us?’
‘You couldn’t drag me away,’ said Con looking quizzically at Evan. ‘How do you feel Evan? Are you injured or hurt in any way?’
‘I’m fine Mr. Sanchos. Please believe me. An alien spacecraft has crashed and the aliens need our help,’ said Evan recognizing the doubts felt by both Con and his Commanding Officer.
The journey back to the crash site took much longer than coming the other way. Colonel Curtis and Con Sanchos both walked very tentatively, expecting ambush, danger or surprise at every turn. None was forthcoming of course, even the rattlesnake had retreated well away from all the unusual activity.
As they arrived at the crash site, even before they could appreciate the wreckage strewn all about, they were greeted by an alien sitting in an upright position looking straight at them. A second alien lay next to him. The second alien seemed sedated or possibly unconscious even. Colonel Curtis pulled his pistol from its holster, but made no effort to point it in the aliens’ direction.
‘Please do not be afraid, we cannot hurt you. We are friends.’
An immediate sense of warmth and friendship overwhelmed the trio. The shock of experiencing telepathic communication was something Evan hadn’t warned the others about. His story was already incredible enough he’d thought at the time. Con Sanchos smiled broadly. The Colonel laughed out loud. Evan was quite relieved to see his C.O.’s mood lighten substantially.
‘Can you understand us?’ Colonel Curtis asked of the alien sitting up. He put his gun back into the holster.
‘We understand completely,’ was communicated. ‘Do you think you might be able to find some important medical supplies that were onboard our ship? They should be over there likely hidden from view by that large pile of wreckage. You’re looking for a silver box.’
Evan was surprised by the substantial deterioration of the wounded alien’s condition.
Colonel Curtis, Con and Evan all marveled at the communication. They knew exactly the appearance, weight and size of what they were looking for. Without a word actually being spoken, they knew it would be impervious to damage, how to open it, and what was needed inside. It took all three of them to dislodge the medical kit from the tangled web of wreckage.
The alien opened the medical kit, took out breathing apparatus and applied it to the wounded alien. Taking a canister and flexible tube from the medical kit, the alien inserted one end of the tube into the canister and put the other end into the breathing apparatus. Fluid flowed gently through the tube when it was in place securely.
‘Your atmosphere is most suitable under normal circumstances, but my colleague is struggling. Rescue is still several hours away. Will you help us to get through this time?’
‘Of course,’ said Colonel Curtis trying to mask the alarm that he suddenly felt. ‘Are there more of you coming here?’
‘Don’t be alarmed Colonel Curtis, yes, a much larger ship is already on the way having recently left from an orbit around your moon. It carries no weapons. It is only coming to assist us and will leave as soon as possible.’
‘You mustn’t leave,’ Colonel Curtis said with absolute dismay. ‘We know nothing about you.’
The second alien opened its eyes to look at the other for a moment.
‘We’d like to know you better very much. Maybe one day soon we hope. But for now, we ask that you please keep our existence secret. It’s very important that our worlds meet under the right circumstances. Will you do that for us Colonel Curtis, Con and Evan?’
It was at this precise moment that Evan first realized that the aliens were holding something back. There was something very important they weren’t willing to reveal. Something they feared. The others picked up on it too. Telepathy works both ways it seems.
‘The local head of our Intelligence is Major Baker,’ said Colonel Curtis deciding to enforce military protocol. ‘What happens from here on is up to him. He should be on his way here soon. Unfortunately, it’s a little bit late to contain knowledge of your discovery.’
Without warning, the badly wounded alien began having involuntary convulsions. It was kicking and thrashing wildly under the improvised thermal blanket. It then pulled off the breathing apparatus. Fluid similar to the blood Evan had observed before was coming out of its mouth. Then it stopped moving. They all knew instinctively; the alien had died.
Great sadness was felt by all as the trio empathized with the surviving alien’s telepathic projections. They sensed the alien’s loss completely. It was a very moving moment, much more moving than one would expect between human crew mates in similar circumstances.
Con calmly moved over to the surviving alien, took his four-finger hand, looked into its dark eyes and asked . . . ‘Is there anything we should be doing? You must let us know if there is something we can do.’
The alien was genuinely grateful for the sentiment . . . his eyes were smiling, they don’t smile with their mouths at all. The alien instructed the trio to lay the two dead bodies side by side in a shaded location inside the wreckage, and to cover them with the reflective material in order to stop dehydration from the steadily rising temperature. When this was complete, the surviving alien used the breathing apparatus for himself.
‘Please stay with me while I determine the best course of action. Help is very close. We must contain the damage we have caused here somehow.’
‘What damage? What do you mean?’ asked Con earnestly.
‘The fate of mankind, the fate of this planet, depends upon you not knowing about the existence of other intelligent lifeforms. All future life on Earth is jeopardized if knowledge of alien existence is widely known.’
The imperative importance of what the alien had just communicated was fully appreciated by the three men given the advantage of “in-depth understanding” that is a feature of telepathic communication. Silence fell across the group. They all understood that it would be virtually impossible to contain knowledge of the alien crash at this point.
Discussing the events at Roswell
Date: Wednesday, February 22, 2017
In-flight Time: 46 minutes into a journey of 9 hours and 55 minutes
Location: In-flight Sydney Australia to Honolulu USA.
Qantas flight QF74045 had departed Sydney on schedule, lifting off the tarmac at 10.14 pm local time. First class seating was completely full, the seatbelt sign was off, the hum of conversation filled the cabin. Food had been selected from the menu, and a second round of scotch on the rocks had already arrived.
Once again, somehow, Evan had charmed the female flight attendants. Their service and attention was exemplary . . . to Evan. Julius wished he had that sort of charisma. Some have it, and some don’t it seemed. It was Julius that now found himself enthusiastically pushing the pace of their conversation.
‘So, is that why you’ve kept this a secret all these years Evan?’ asked Julius. ‘But how did the alien convince you that it was necessary? I’d be suspicious of the alien’s motives.’
‘We didn’t agree at all,’ replied Evan finally able to get a word in. ‘At least not for considerable time. Major Baker, head of Intelligence at Roswell, was extremely opposed to any withholding of information. I must admit, I was also totally opposed at first. It was only after an enormous amount of information had been communicated to us by the surviving alien that seven of us eventually agreed to the alien request.’
‘Seven?’ queried Julius. ‘You mentioned Major Baker from Intel, and there was your Commanding Officer from the Roswell base, Colonel Curtis, plus father and son Sanchos. That’s five including you. Who were the others?’
‘I’m glad to see your enthusiasm for the story, but, you’re jumping ahead again Julius,’ said Evan. ‘Please let me continue . . . Our numbers grew suddenly, and much sooner than we’d anticipated . . .’
As Evan continued with the telling of events at Roswell, Julius gradually came to the realization that something was very wrong. Julius was keen to proceed, and that is what Evan had gone to so much trouble to achieve. Yet Evan seemed . . . uncomfortable for some reason. His appearance looked unwell Julius decided, very unwell. Also, Julius got the distinct impression that Evan was being cautious for some reason. He kept looking around as if expecting to find someone he knew or recognized.
The Roswell alien communications
Date: Saturday, July 5, 1947
Time: 0617 hours
Location: Main Crash Site
Northwest of Roswell, NM, USA
The remaining alien was clearly distressed with the prospect of having its existence further revealed. It lay down on its right side with the breathing apparatus, securing it with a strap around its head, closed its eyes, and seemed to be in a state of meditation. All communication with the alien ceased, but they all somehow understood that they were waiting for Major Baker to arrive with reinforcements.
While Con stood by to assist the alien in case it needed something, Colonel Curtis and Evan took the opportunity to inspect the wreckage of the alien spacecraft. It was like nothing they had ever witnessed previously. The outside coating was a shiny seamless chrome that seemed almost like flowing liquid. There were no windows at all, and just a single hatch on the starboard side for the crew to enter and exit by. The propulsion system was exposed through a tear in the chrome revealing completely unknown technology, with two exhaust or propulsion ports at the rear of the craft, but curiously, no engine intake was apparent at all.
The shape of the spaceship displayed aerodynamic principals that seemed familiar. The small pulled-back flat wings extending off each side bore the same curves as modern aircraft wings. There were no flaps, but you could tell by the variations of each wing that they were able to alter their shapes as needed for aerodynamic performance. The sharply-pointed nose, although now substantially damaged, had been shaped like an arrow head. The tail was completely wrecked, but it was clear that it had similarity to the tails of conventional aircraft but without obvious moving parts.
The starboard side of the spacecraft had a large tear completely exposing the crew area. Inside were two capsules that were obviously some sort of sleep or hibernation chambers for the aliens. A third capsule had been thrown clear of the wreckage and ripped open from the impact. Quite surprisingly, there was very little instrumentation, controls or crew comforts to be seen anywhere.
The alien sat upright and put down the breathing apparatus. It had been much less than an hour from the time Terry was sent to fetch Major Baker when they both unexpectedly walked over a small hill to the east of the crash site. Twenty yards behind them, Colonel Rafter and two Army MPs followed.
‘I ran into them back at the vehicles,’ said Terry by way of an explanation.
Colonel Rafter, Major Baker and the two MPs had been on their way to the first crash site when they decided to detour and see what was taking Colonel Curtis so long. They found the abandoned cars on the road and saw footprints leading into the Sanchos property. They’d only just decided they would investigate when they ran into a highly-excited Terry Sanchos with an incredible tale.
Terry was almost hysterical when he spotted the alien sitting in an upright position. ‘Oh my God, is it alive?’
‘Is this site secure Colonel?’ Major Baker asked of Colonel Curtis, hand on his pistol, ready to remove it from its holster if needed.
‘Yes, we are secure Major,’ replied Curtis. ‘Please ask your men to put away their weapons. You’ve no need of them here. The sole surviving alien is very weak and has not shown any aggression at all. He understands us and can communicate with us.’
‘Please come over and introduce yourself Major Baker, and you also Colonel Rafter.’
The alien communicated telepathically so that all could “hear” the communication. Major Baker looked to have the most surprised reaction, he was lost for words.
‘You have nothing to fear Major, I will not, and cannot harm you. It is not something I would ever do. Please come over here so that you can see me properly.’
Major Baker ignored the request from Colonel Curtis to tell his men to put down their weapons and made his way cautiously over to the alien. The alien stretched out his right hand and the Major took it tentatively.
‘Colonel Rafter, please come and join us. I am flesh and blood gentlemen, just like you.’
Colonel Rafter moved towards the alien cautiously, but stopping well short of being within reach. He wasn’t quite ready to engage the alien flesh just yet.
‘We have some very urgent business to attend to and you must help me make some very important decisions for all our sakes. The meeting of our two cultures was not meant to happen this way. The consequences of this meeting must be known to you so that you are best able to perform your duties. I would very much like to reveal things of consequence to you as soon as you are ready. It is a discussion that I suggest we should all be involved in.’
Major Baker stood up too quickly, stepping back unsteadily. The rush of information and emotions lasted only seconds, but the effect was overwhelming. Major Baker was in shock. He said nothing.
‘It will only take a short while for you to adapt to my communication method Major. You would describe this form of communication as telepathy. It’s a skill that your civilization will master one day soon we hope.’
The Major quickly regained his composure.
‘Please do not be alarmed. You can shut me out of your mind any time that you choose to. I hope you don’t though . . . there is so much I wish to share with you.’
Colonel Rafter remained a cautious distance away, preferring to let Major Baker approach the alien alone in case there had been unexpected aggression or consequences. He called the other officers over to him for a confidential discussion.
‘We need to contain this. Washington won’t want hysteria. How far has the word got out about this?’ asked Colonel Curtis.
‘Only those that are here right now are aware of the alien existence,’ replied Major Baker. ‘And also this crash site. I’m not forgetting our duty as officers gentlemen. By all means, we should minimize knowledge of what has been discovered here, but this must be reported to our superiors as soon as possible. I propose we send an officer to report back to Air Force Command as soon as it’s practical.’
‘I’ll return,’ volunteered Colonel Rafter. ‘I was in the middle of preparing a top-secret report for the Pentagon on events at Muroc and the Nevada Test Range when I got word of a downed aircraft. What has occurred here is an extension of that report. Let me get a feel for things and then I think we should put our heads together to determine exactly what I should take out of here . . . and to where and to whom.’
Although equal in rank to Colonel Curtis, Colonel Rafter was the senior officer present and he’d also been invested with authority to investigate this matter by Eighth Air Force Commanding General Roger Ramey.
‘I agree. In the meantime, I suggest we post the MPs back on the road to keep unwanted visitors away,’ offered Major Baker.
‘Sounds like a plan,’ said Colonel Curtis. ‘You should know that more aliens are on the way, and in a much larger ship! How do we handle that Colonel?’
Colonel Rafter and Major Baker took a moment to absorb the enormity of what they had just been told; more aliens and a larger ship?!?
‘Let’s talk to our alien friend and see what we can learn before making any rash moves,’ suggested Colonel Rafter.
‘Gentlemen, I understand your concerns. Please let me show you what is about to happen,’ offered the alien. ‘Please come and sit with me.’
The three officers carefully made their way over to the alien and sat down on the uneven earth surrounding it. Evan watched as events unfolded without him. He felt as though his destiny had taken a detour towards obscurity all of a sudden. Evan, Terry and Con sat together well out of earshot. The MP’s stood guard over events, although their weapons were now holstered.
‘What do we call you?’ Colonel Rafter asked of the alien.
The answer was understood, even if a sound could not be used to represent what had been offered. The aliens used much more than just a name, more like a complex identity that contained detail of origin and family. That they were creatures of strong and resilient family and social groups was clearly expressed. The answer also contained detail of achievement and community responsibilities, much like we might use a title such as “Doctor” or “Ambassador”.
‘My people have a Research Ship that we used for this expedition. It was orbiting your moon until just a few hours ago. It is now on its way to Earth to rescue me. It does not carry weapons, and it does not intend to reveal itself to the inhabitants of Earth. You should not be concerned about its arrival. The Research Ship has been my base ever since we left a much larger space craft more than 6 months ago . . . a Space City with many millions of my species aboard.’
At the mention of the Space City with “many millions” of aliens aboard, the officers’ instinctive military reaction was to canvas the possibility of invasion. The alien “sensed” their concerns and immediately countered those fears with in-depth understanding of the sense of peaceful purpose of their mission in our solar system.
‘An enormous Space City orbits at tremendous speed and in close proximity to your sun. The city lies in wait for our return; it is almost ready for departure from this solar system. About two years ago, we made the decision to check on the Earth before we departed. Preparations took about 16 of your months due to the slow passage of time on board the Space City.
‘We are leaving, to continue our exploration of this galaxy as soon as the Research Ship returns. We hope to see the people of Earth again one day in the future. At that meeting, you will be welcomed by the entire galactic community of advanced species. It will be a time of great joy and celebration for all of us.’
The vivid imagery communicated with this message left the three officers with an exact understanding of where the aliens were in the solar system, and how they were traveling. The Space City was moving relatively close to the speed of light and in close proximity to the Sun’s gravitational influence, so that Earth time would pass rapidly in comparison to time aboard the alien Space City. For each full “day” of their time aboard the Space City, many hundreds of years will pass here on Earth.
After a hasty preparation, the Research Ship departed the Space City for our moon about seven months ago, taking that long to slow down and shift to Earth’s time parameters. Arriving into the orbit of our moon, the Research Ship launched the smaller Exploration Spacecraft that eventually crashed at Roswell.
The Research Ship was now less than two hours away from Earth’s orbit. The size of an aircraft carrier, it was mostly automated with a crew of about 60. The Research Ship was built for exploration, transport and rescue purposes. Incredibly, the three officers could visualize the ship and its crew clearly.
‘What happens when they get here?’ asked Major Baker.
‘I will be taken aboard for urgently required medical treatment. Our physiology will not be familiar to you,’ communicated the alien. ‘The bodies of my colleagues will be collected, as will the wreckage from my crashed craft. As much as possible, all evidence of this incident will be removed. We will then depart Earth as if we had never been here. How successful we are will depend on your cooperation.’
‘You have to understand,’ said Major Baker. ‘We’re part of the military of the United States of America. We are obliged; it is our duty to report your presence to our Military Chiefs including our President.’
‘Loyalty and a sense of duty are wonderful qualities of your people Major Baker. We would never assume to instruct or direct you against the interests you so proudly represent. However, we have an unintended meeting of our two species. It is a meeting that potentially contains repercussions of cataclysmic consequences.
‘I suggest that we take this time before my Research Ship arrives to make sure the best outcome possible is achieved. You need to make critical decisions. I propose that I give you all the necessary information you need in order that you are best able to determine and direct events from this time forward.’
‘Are we directing events, or are you?’ asked Colonel Rafter quite bluntly.
‘At this time, it would appear that I am,’ replied the alien. ‘However, with a significant transfer of information, it will be you in charge of this event. You must fully appreciate all factors that should weigh upon your decision making. All I require is the opportunity to avail you as to the circumstances surrounding my being here.’
‘Let’s hear him out,’ said Colonel Rafter. ‘It’s pertinent to my report.’
‘What we are facing involves us all,’ communicated the alien. ‘I believe we should all be involved in this conversation. You will understand why gentlemen, by the time I finish this briefing.’
The message’s accompanying imagery and strength of feelings convinced Colonel Rafter and the other two officers to invite the others in. They had all been privy to the alien’s communication and the officers’ responses, even though they were out of range to hear the officers’ actual words.
‘Gentlemen, as I communicate with you telepathically, I will also be creating imagery within your minds so that you are better able to appreciate my messages. If it helps, try closing your eyes so that you can appreciate the full depth of my communication. It may take a little getting used to, but persevere please, do not try to shut me out.’
Three officers, two MPs, a cadet and two civilians all gathered around the sole surviving alien . . . as equals.
Alien telepathic communication
Date: Wednesday, February 22, 2017
In-flight Time: 1 hour and 3 minutes into a journey of 9 hours and 55 minutes.
Location: In-flight Sydney Australia to Honolulu USA
‘Delicious, thank you,’ said Evan to the flight attendant clearing away the remnants of his second meal that evening, then indicating to replenish Julius’s glass as well. ‘Please keep the scotch coming.’
Julius had unwisely chosen not to eat. His thinking was becoming clouded with the alcohol. This would be his last one he thought.
‘As we sat there listening to the alien, it occurred to me that he considered us as all being equal to each other, and also to be his equal as well. They don’t have rank, or positions of power. Whilst courtesy and respect for their ranks had clearly been offered to the officers attending the crash site, now we were all being equally considered and addressed by the alien. In the alien’s world, that all intelligent self-aware beings, no matter what evolutionary level they had reached, are considered as equals, was made absolutely clear.’
‘That would have put a few noses out of joint I imagine,’ said Julius. ‘You said “he”. These aliens are male?’
‘I actually don’t know. In our telepathic communications, we used male terminology to describe them and this seemed acceptable. They used to be male, but now they’re somehow more, maybe best describes their sexual status.’
‘That explains their lack of aggression,’ Julius joked.
Evan continued, ignoring the attempted humor.
‘It was always clear that after the briefing from the alien, that we, humans that is, would have control. That meant privileges of rank and any hierarchy we used would be recognized and fully in place at that time. The officers completely understood this and seemed happy to oblige the alien request that we all be involved at this point.’
Evan waited until fresh drinks had arrived before beginning the difficult task of verbally interpreting what had been telepathically communicated.
‘It may not be in the order I was given the information, but I’ll do my best to give you the true essence of the communication as best I can,’ said Evan looking decidedly pale.
‘Life is abundant in our galaxy Julius. The variety of life is amazing. However, all life follows very similar evolutionary processes. Given sufficient time and the right circumstances, eventually intelligent life or “self-aware” life will evolve.
‘Billions of years ago a planet relatively close to the center of our galaxy first formed RNA. Are you aware of what RNA is Julius?’
‘Yes, ribonucleic acid,’ replied Julius. ‘It’s used by DNA as a sort of messenger I believe.’
‘The planet that first evolved RNA in our galaxy exploded long ago. This explosion eventually seeds every substantial body in our expanding galaxy. For life to form, first RNA must become self-sustaining or self-replicating. This occurs under great heat and pressure. Hydrothermal vents are the most likely source of the ideal circumstances here on Earth. If life emerges on a planet, it is self-replicating RNA, which is not itself a lifeform even though it replicates, that makes life possible.
‘Anyway, moving on, as life evolves, often, one species will emerge as intelligent and self-aware. The technological evolutionary steps that these life forms move through are virtually the same as what mankind has experienced here on Earth.’
‘I see where you’re going I think,’ said Julius. ‘It’s logical to assume that aliens would discover the use of tools, fire, metals and so on.’
‘Exactly’ said Evan. ‘They’re usually summarized as “Tools, Machine and Automation”. All of our technological discoveries are common to evolving intelligent life throughout the galaxy.’
‘Why haven’t we been contacted by any of these advanced intelligent species scattered throughout our galaxy?’
‘That was exactly the question posed by Colonel Rafter to the alien. At that point, the advantages offered using telepathic communication began working heavily to our advantage. We knew the alien was reluctant to reveal too much. His goal was containment, not only in the numbers of the human race that were aware of the aliens’ existence, but also in the amount of knowledge we were given. Of course, these motives did nothing to alleviate tension or suspicions amongst us. In fact, the opposite. But once again Julius, you’re getting ahead of me.’
‘Sorry Evan, please continue.’
‘The sense of mistrust from the group wasn’t lost on the alien. The flow of communication stopped. There was silence from the alien for several minutes. We understood that he was communicating telepathically with other members of his race.
‘Unexpectedly and without warning, the alien started communicating again, but the message and imagery had changed substantially . . . the alien began to tell us about the imminent destruction of our world.’