NEW YORK - Anne Cenzeno, Associated Press - 22 March 2176 - In the aftermath of the return of Earth's first interstellar ship the "Aquila" commanded by Colonel Allen Parker, the delegation of four alien beings whose ship they encountered in space are being taken on a guided tour of Manhattan in the company of the Aquila's command crew.
While some have welcomed our first visitors from the stars, other groups have organized protests which have erupted along the publicized route of the tour through Times Square...
“There seems to be elevated levels of anxiety, fear, and anger from many of your citizens, Colonel Parker.”
“Yes, unfortunately, my species isn’t very enlightened when it comes to differences and change, Zarz. We have a hard enough time dealing with variances within our own people groups.”
“I wonder if they are all your people, Colonel.”
“What do you mean?”
“My comrades and I detect that although, to your senses, everyone nearby appears to be of your species, some indeed are not.”
“What?” Parker stopped and both the aliens and his four crew mates paused at the unexpected interruption.
“I suggest we continue on our journey since we are attracting additional attention by stopping.”
“Fine, but what did you mean?” Other aliens?”
“Not from interstellar space, no. To us, they appear as amorphous, incandescent shapes, biological, living, but not organic. The senses of our species allows us to experience additional dimensions and these entities seem to originate outside of what you call reality.”
“Some of them, the most vocal, I would say their leaders.”
“The aliens detect us.”
“Agreed. The human knows only fixed time, but the extraplanetary species have expanded senses. If they alert the authorities, our incursion into their realm will be known. So far, we have absorbed only a handful of their race but if we are impeded…”
“I have a way. Signal the others.”
“Colonel, we detect increased energy emissions from the incandescent beings, they…”
The first person to start screaming and writhing on the pavement was named “Marcy.”
“Marcy. What’s happening? Someone call 911. I think she’s having a seizure.”
“There’s a another one.”
“That little boy…”
“All around the aliens…”
“It’s the aliens. They’re infecting us, killing us. Get them.”
“Zarz, you and the others protect yourselves. I’ll call security.”
“The stones and other debris they throw at us cannot harm us.”
“Well, they’re not doing the rest of us any good.”
“One of the incandescent beings draws a firearm. ⎎☍⊑⊬⎍⟊⌇⎎⊑⌿⍜⟊⟟⎍ ⟟⏁ ⟒⋏⎅⌇ ⍜⍀ ⟟⏁ ⎅⍜⟒⌇⋏’⏁. ⏁⊑⏃⏁’⌇ ⍙⊑⏃⏁ ⊬⍜⎍ ⌇⏃⊬. ⏁⊑⏃⏁’⌇ ⊑⍜⍙ ⊬⍜⎍ ☌⟒⏁ ⏁⊑⍀⍜⎍☌⊑ ⟟⏁”
“Force screens are up, Colonel. The weapon’s discharge can no longer harm us. ⏁⊑⟒ ⏁⎍⋏⋏⟒⌰, ⏁⊑⟒ ⋏⟟☌⊑⏁, ⏁⊑⟒ ⌿⏃⟟⋏, ⏁⊑⟒ ⌰⍜⎐⟒”
“Colonel, we believe the affected humans have been attacked by the incandescent beings. Our comrade Karek can help them.”
“It had better hurry. The riot police are here, but they’ll never get through this mob in time.”
Ringed by the other aliens and Parker’s crew, one of them within the bio-generated force field faded and vanished.
Karek emerged in a kaleidoscopic swirl of timelessness, a void in which the essence of the people affected had been projected causing the screaming insanity or their bodies in the physical realm.
“Come with me, my children. I will help you.” The alien whose body exists in more than four dimensions, reached out and gathered the others to him.
“Wait. They’re all right. They’re coming out of it.”
Marcy, the first victim, stands and yells, “Stop it! Stop trying to hurt the aliens. They’re the ones who saved us!”
“Mommy! Mommy! The aliens saved me from the bad men.”
By the time the riot police were able to get through the crowds, the protesters had started to listen to the victims and realized that the aliens were rescuers, not attackers.
“Major Cecilia Renfeld, Colonel. New York State Riot Police. You say the riot was perpetrated by outside infiltrators? From what faction?”
“At ease, Major. My friends here tell me they aren’t from a faction of human beings but rather some sort of inter-dimensional invader.”
“Can you be more specific, Sir?”
“It’ll all be in my report. Meanwhile, Commander Zarz and his people would like to return to their compound at Ascaria Base.”
“Yes sir. My troops will provide escort. Please remain here until the transport vehicle arrives.”
“Thank you, Major.”
As the Riot Police Commander briskly walked away, “Do you think your people will trust us now, Colonel?”
“That’s difficult to say, Zarz. Our species can be unpredictable and easily panicked.”
“We have noticed that, but we have also seen they are capable of compassion and readily defended us once they realized our true intent.”
“But now it’s not just my people we have to worry about.”
“Correct, Colonel. The invaders would have been successful in infiltrating your societies had we not arrived on Earth. I fear both your species and mine are now in great danger.”
“With your help, I’m sure we’ll discover who the invaders are and ensure the safety of your people and mine.”
“I am grateful our two species chose to join together in peace. I fear that such a peace has now been threatened but we shall defend against it, combining our resources to help each other when individually, humans and we who you call aliens would have failed.”
I wrote this for Tale Weaver – # 164 – Helping Others – 22nd March 2018 hosted at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Today, the idea is to write a poem, short story, or other creative work based on the concept of helping. It could be helping others, a disadvantaged group, family, friends, even yourself overcome a difficult situation.
Admission time. I plagiarized the heck out of my source material. Russ Manning (5 Jan 1929 – 1 Dec 1981) created some of my favorite comic book characters including Magnus: Robot Fighter which began its run as a Gold Key publication in 1963. He also created Captain Johner and The Aliens which was a second story that ran in the Magnus comic books.
The tale began with Earth’s first interstellar exploration craft encountering a strange alien vessel in deep space. They almost went to war but managed to find a way to communicate. They agreed to exchange some of their crew members so that humans boarded the alien ship and returned to that world to develop relations, while Commander Zarz and three of his companions boarded Johner’s ship and returned to Earth.
Particularly for the mid-1960s, this storyline was very advanced and largely dealt with xenophobia and overcoming radical differences, the humans and aliens often combining their abilities and skill sets to solve problems that neither could have overcome alone.
In a 1965 story arc, the Aliens, who can see into more dimensions than humans, discover that visitors from the human colony on Venus are not human but some sort of extra-dimensional time beings dedicated on taking over the human race.
The tale I’ve described is taken from one of those encounters. When I saw the theme was “helping,” I vividly remembered one of the Aliens rescuing “lost” humans who had been projected into a timeless realm by the invaders, and especially the alien addressing those people as “children.” I remember a few such moments from my childhood so I decided to replicate this one here for you today.
Oh, I needed a way to indicate when the aliens were talking to each other without a translator. In the comic books, this was shown as squiggly lines, but I couldn’t do that at the keyboard, so I found an “alien language translator at Lingojam.com and used it for my purposes.