Angel: Hey Daddy, I just realized something. Now that I have a shadow demon I'm probably going to have aliens with a brainwashing machine come after me. Me: You may want to be careful about that. 20 seconds later from my computer room. Angel: Hey Shadow Demon. I think aliens will be coming after me. I don't want to be brainwashed. So if you help me keep the aliens away, I won't hit you with my sword. Moment later. Angel: Daddy, I don't think the Shadow Demon likes me. Me: Well you have been hitting it with your sword a lot. Angel: Yeah, that makes sense. I'm sensing a interesting book series here.
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"Hey, Houston ... you guys send a new satellite up recently?" I watch the light zipping along the upper atmosphere, tracing China's eastern coastline, its course unwavering. "That's a negative," comes the reply. I check the navigational data on the capsule's heads-up display. "Did anybody?" "Not that we know of." The orbital telemetry of every man-made object ever sent up appears on the screen. The nearest satellite to me is two hundred kilometres in the opposite direction. The light has no recorded orbital pathway. "Okay ... are my records up to date?" "Of course they are." I watch the light closely. Probably a Chinese satellite, sent up in secret. "Houston, I'm seeing something passing over Shanghai. Object unknown." There is no response at first. "Um ... we hear you, capsule. We ... uh ... we're going to realign a telescope to have a look at it. Keep us updated on its position." The light stops. "That's not ... Houston, the UO isn't moving. It may have shifted to a geo-stationary orbit." There is a whine and a burst of static from the transmitter. "...derst...caps...ou rea...e...?" I try cycling through the transmitter frequencies. "Houston? Can you hear me?" "...sul...or...ou..." "Houston?" Nothing but static now, on any channel. I turn the volume down, but leave the transmitter and receiver active. "Well, let's hope you clear that up soon ..." The light is growing brighter, larger. It glows evenly, unblinking, vibrant. "The object seems to be reflective. The light is perfectly clear ... unblemished, unbroken by angle or edge." The object is round, closing in on the capsule. It appears at the edge of my proximity radar, a hundred kilometres away. I stare at it as it approaches. It catches the light from the Sun, reflecting it warmly. A perfect sphere, silvery in colour, without a mark on it. Precisely a kilometre away, it abruptly stops. No windows, no visible engines ... no visible equipment at all. The orb hangs in space ahead of me, matching the capsule's speed perfectly. "Houston ... I don't know if you can hear me ... or see what's happening ..." There is, of course, no reply. I re-tune the transmitter, and re-direct the antenna towards the sphere. My hand hovers over the controls. They won't understand me ... whoever they are. Hell ... might as well try. "Hello. My ... name's Jack Woolford. I'm an inhabitant of this planet. We call it Earth." The sphere moves closer. I glance at the proximity radar as my heart leaps into my throat. It closes to within a hundred metres. "Can you hear me?" A series of bleeps and clicks burst over the speakers, right into my earpiece. As I wince, the sphere moves away from me, away from Earth. It's out of sight in seconds, disappearing into the infinite expanse of colours and stars. I reconnect with Houston, the transmission free of static, but full of chaos: footsteps bolting back and forth, frantic typing on dozens of computers. "Do you read, capsule? Jack, talk to me!" "Houston, this is capsule, I hear you." "Holy sh... you scared the hell out of us down here." "Do you have my audio and visual telemetry?" There is a pause. "It was disrupted for just less than a minute. Transmission error. Are you alright?" I playback the signal burst again. Gibberish, as far as I can tell. "I'm sending something to you that was just sent to me, as well as the feed from my outboard camera. See what you make of it." "Sent to you? What the hell happened up there." I turn back to the starfield, squinting. "I think we had a visitor." @danielandangel prompt: ALIEN
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[Season One, Entry Thirteen] The roar resounded throughout the ruins, bouncing off the walls. “Is that…?” Daniel said. Ilana nodded. “The beast must have learned a captive was released. It is angry; it does not like losing its toys.” “Hurry then. To the next person. The sooner we release everyone here, the sooner we can leave.” Daniel held the dagger high to shine its blue-white light on the path. Ilana took great care to stay far away from the blade. She earlier said it could kill souls. Did that lethality extend to her people--whatever they were? They rushed ahead, Daniel in front with the glowing dagger held high with Ilana behind, giving directions. They passed towering doors; open, spacious rooms; and strange gardens of bulbous, bioluminescent flowers. Finally, as they approached a T-junction, Daniel halted, causing Ilana to nearly bump into him. “What is it?” she said. “Why do you stop? We need to hurry.” Daniel stared ahead and pointed with his free hand. Before him, at the center of the junction was a bas relief that took up most of the wall. It depicted a member of Ilana's race—a bald one, his void-like eyes twice the size of Ilana's in her true form. His figure dominated the relief, but what drew Daniel's attention more was the relief’s central focus. Beneath the towering figure’s head—as if the focus of its attention—was a human perched atop the figure’s clawed hand. The human was positioned in a weird, contorted dance that seemed oddly puerile. The alien figure seemed to examine the human intensity. “What's that?” he said. “Why is the person depicted like that?” “You humans are a source of fascination for us. We cannot understand your actions, emotions, or motivations.” Ilana paused. “You are as alien to us as we must be to you.” “So the figure--" “An Elder.” She pointed to its forehead. “He is one of our leaders, the ancient ones.” Daniel followed her finger with his eyes. There he saw a symbol on the Elder’s forehead. It was an odd, prickly shape, roughly oval. “So the Elder is examining a human?” Another roar bellowed in the distance. It was hard to tell how far. “Now is not the time for this discussion,” Ilana said. “We must hurry.” Daniel looked to the dagger. Its light was still mostly blue, but red slowly encroached.
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[Season One, Entry Thirteen] The roar resounded throughout the ruins, bouncing off the walls. “Is that…?” Daniel said. Ilana nodded. “The beast must have learned a captive was released. It is angry; it does not like losing its toys.” “Hurry then. To the next person. The sooner we release everyone here, the sooner we can leave.” Daniel held the dagger high to shine its blue-white light on the path. Ilana took great care to stay far away from the blade. She earlier said it could kill souls. Did that lethality extend to her people--whatever they were? They rushed ahead, Daniel in front with the glowing dagger held high with Ilana behind, giving directions. They passed towering doors; open, spacious rooms; and strange gardens of bulbous, bioluminescent flowers. Finally, as they approached a T-junction, Daniel halted, causing Ilana to nearly bump into him. “What is it?” she said. “Why do you stop? We need to hurry.” Daniel stared ahead and pointed with his free hand. Before him, at the center of the junction was a bas relief that took up most of the wall. It depicted a member of Ilana's race—a bald one, his void-like eyes twice the size of Ilana's in her true form. His figure dominated the relief, but what drew Daniel's attention more was the relief’s central focus. Beneath the towering figure’s head—as if the focus of its attention—was a human perched atop the figure’s clawed hand. The human was positioned in a weird, contorted dance that seemed oddly puerile. The alien figure seemed to examine the human intensity. “What's that?” he said. “Why is the person depicted like that?” “You humans are a source of fascination for us. We cannot understand your actions, emotions, or motivations.” Ilana paused. “You are as alien to us as we must be to you.” “So the figure--" “An Elder.” She pointed to its forehead. “He is one of our leaders, the ancient ones.” Daniel followed her finger with his eyes. There he saw a symbol on the Elder’s forehead. It was an odd, prickly shape, roughly oval. “So the Elder is examining a human?” Another roar bellowed in the distance. It was hard to tell how far. “Now is not the time for this discussion,” Ilana said. “We must hurry.” Daniel looked to the dagger. Its light was still mostly blue, but red slowly encroached.
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