Letter To The Aliens
The Inhabitants of Haxelos (sector VI- A VII), it has come to my attention that you are currently contemplating the invasion, control, and demolition of the human race, a fairly primitive species of humanoids. Under the shadow proclamation VXII, I speak to you in non-hostile conditions, in composed persuasion. Your reasons for this act against the human race are fairly simple in principle; you want to obtain some resources from the planet’s surface (a currently undetected ore with a molecular density particularly useful to you and your people). You plan to continue the pursuit, even if it involves killing the humans. You are afraid they will intervene in your plans. I am advising you to re-think this invasion, and take your business elsewhere.
It comes to my attention you have falsely pricked planet Earth for conquest, when surly, by the mark of simple galactic records; it is clearly not the best choice. I have traveled all across the galaxy; I’ve seen all sorts of planets-uninhabited ones, with far larger deposits of the ore you are so desperate for. You seem to have a sort of obsession with Earth, which is light-years away from your home; this obsession is blinding you from seeing that it isn’t the unsurpassed choice. Would it not be more convenient for you to take the ore from a planet that won’t fight back? If you attack Earth, you will waste time and energy fighting, arguing, and inevitably destroying them, however; if you choose the vacant regions of Iscosis-N-X, you will find easily accessible resources, currently unwanted by any other race. Explaining the logical reasons for moving your plans to another planet may not work, however; so I will also provide you with the real reasons why you should spare the humans.
Humans are fascinating; they are small, stupid creatures that have done no harm to another planet. The only race they hurt is themselves. So tell me why, would it seem right to hurt them for a threat they have not issued? But, if you give them the fighting chance they deserve, it will be shown to you just what the human race Is capable of. Humans will have much to offer other worlds and other peoples in the future, but as they are now, they barely know how to walk. They haven’t made contact with an alien form, or have even stepped out of their own backyards. So by no means, are they a threat to the peoples of Haxelos. They are full of wonder, and no matter what happens, they grow. These beings who started out living in caves and fed on a diet of berries and raw meat, are now thriving in busy cities, full of lights and sounds, and living, and learning. They have kept records of themselves, they have studied their own complex existence, and they have learned from past mistakes. Sure, they still make them, but that is the beauty of it-it helps them create the better future that is in store for them. If you destroy Earth, you will be ridding all of the cosmos of the knowledge that they will have to offer us.
Through my many years of travel, never have I met a group of beings so caring as the humans. Humans perform selfless, acts not demonstrated by any other race. They show love and sympathy regularly, where your people can only show it in times of great stimulus. What you feel for moments at a time they feel All the time. This in itself is a reason to allow them the right to live. You aren’t a superior species, just a more evolved one. These people have created civilizations and have accepted people into their care, sometimes into the care of complete strangers. They are so, human. It would be a waste and a mistake to kill them. They are full of curiosity and speculation, they do things even when they could be self-destructive. They do things even if they could get hurt, or die. They, as a race, would risk everything for the sake of others, or for knowledge. Who are you to destroy all that they have become-and all that they are?
I am optimistic for the human race. I have seen what they can do, and what they will do. They are headed in the right direction, and are tougher than they look, but for different reasons then you think. They aren’t a threat to you, or anyone. If you allow them to evolve, they could offer the galaxy, and you, so much more then ore, but if you kill them, what will you gain in comparison. I hope you make the right decision, and take your conquest to the outermost region of the universe, or I will have to use force. So I strongly suggest you crack on and come up with decision. And for your sake, I do hope you make the right one. I don’t give second chances.
Signed,
The Doctor
…just The Doctor
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this was an assignment for my Myth, Sci-fi,fantasy class. My teacher wanted us to write an essay to a made-up race of aliens (we get to make them) with reasons why you shouldn't (or should, if you are really that pessimistic) destroy the earth. Everyone is writing from their perspective. I came up with this idea, and it just sort of spring-boarded from there. I am happy with it. so...what do you think of it?
I just snagged this from Tumblr. it is touching,and made me cry.
pleas take the time to read this.
“True story: His Name is Robert Downey Jr.” by Dana Reinhardt
I’m willing to go out on a limb here and guess that most stories of kindness do not begin with drug addicted celebrity bad boys.
Mine does.
His name is Robert Downey Jr.
You’ve probably heard of him. You may or may not be a fan, but I am, and I was in the early 90’s when this story takes place.
It was at a garden party for the ACLU of Southern California. My stepmother was the executive director, which is why I was in attendance without having to pay the $150 fee. It’s not that I don’t support the ACLU, it’s that I was barely twenty and had no money to speak of.
I was escorting my grandmother. There isn’t enough room in this essay to explain to you everything she was, I would need volumes, so for the sake of brevity I will tell you that she was beautiful even in her eighties, vain as the day is long, and whip smart, though her particular sort of intelligence did not encompass recognizing young celebrities.
I pointed out Robert Downey Jr. to her when he arrived, in a gorgeous cream-colored linen suit, with Sarah Jessica Parker on his arm. My grandmother shrugged, far more interested in piling her paper plate with various unidentifiable cheeses cut into cubes. He wasn’t Carey Grant or Gregory Peck. What did she care?
The afternoon’s main honoree was Ron Kovic, whose story of his time in the Vietnam War that had left him confined to a wheelchair had recently been immortalized in the Oliver Stone film Born on the Fourth of July.
I mention the wheelchair because it played an unwitting role in what happened next.
We made our way to our folding chairs in the garden with our paper plates and cubed cheeses and we watched my stepmother give one of her eloquent speeches and a plea for donations, and there must have been a few other people who spoke but I can’t remember who, and then Ron Kovic took the podium, and he was mesmerizing, and when it was all over we stood up to leave, and my grandmother tripped.
We’d been sitting in the front row (nepotism has its privileges) and when she tripped she fell smack into the wheelchair ramp that provided Ron Kovic with access to the stage. I didn’t know that wheelchair ramps have sharp edges, but they do, at least this one did, and it sliced her shin right open.
The volume of blood was staggering.
I’d like to be able to tell you that I raced into action; that I quickly took control of the situation, tending to my grandmother and calling for the ambulance that was so obviously needed, but I didn’t. I sat down and put my head between my knees because I thought I was going to faint. Did I mention the blood?
Luckily, somebody did take control of the situation, and that person was Robert Downey Jr.
He ordered someone to call an ambulance. Another to bring a glass of water. Another to fetch a blanket. He took off his gorgeous linen jacket and he rolled up his sleeves and he grabbed hold of my grandmother’s leg, and then he took that jacket that I’d assumed he’d taken off only to it keep out of the way, and he tied it around her wound. I watched the cream colored linen turn scarlet with her blood.
He told her not to worry. He told her it would be alright. He knew, instinctively, how to speak to her, how to distract her, how to play to her vanity. He held onto her calf and he whistled. He told her how stunning her legs were.
She said to him, to my humiliation: “My granddaughter tells me you’re a famous actor but I’ve never heard of you.”
He stayed with her until the ambulance came and then he walked alongside the stretcher holding her hand and telling her she was breaking his heart by leaving the party so early, just as they were getting to know each other. He waved to her as they closed the doors. “Don’t forget to call me, Silvia,” he said. “We’ll do lunch.”
He was a movie star, after all.
Believe it or not, I hurried into the ambulance without saying a word. I was too embarrassed and too shy to thank him.
We all have things we wish we’d said. Moments we’d like to return to and do differently. Rarely do we get that chance to make up for those times that words failed us. But I did. Many years later.
I should mention here that when Robert Downey Jr. was in prison for being a drug addict (which strikes me as absurd and cruel, but that’s the topic for a different essay), I thought of writing to him. Of reminding him of that day when he was humanity personified. When he was the best of what we each can be. When he was the kindest of strangers.
But I didn’t.
Some fifteen years after that garden party, ten years after my grandmother had died and five since he’d been released from prison, I saw him in a restaurant.
I grew up in Los Angeles where celebrity sightings are commonplace and where I was raised to respect people’s privacy and never bother someone while they’re out having a meal, but on this day I decided to abandon the code of the native Angeleno, and my own shyness, and I approached his table.
I said to him, “I don’t have any idea if you remember this…” and I told him the story.
He remembered.
“I just wanted to thank you,” I said. “And I wanted to tell you that it was simply the kindest act I’ve ever witnessed.”
He stood up and he took both of my hands in his and he looked into my eyes and he said, “You have absolutely no idea how much I needed to hear that today.”
so my school decided "LETS JUST NOT HAVE FINALS!"
seemed cool at first. i think "wow, now i won't have to study so hard."
Bad.Fucking.Assumption!
so I have 4 tests tomorow. the only class I get a break in is choir. uggh. my teacher must have all decided that having large do-or-die unit tests the last day of the trimester is a good idea. i am dying. i feel pretty prepared for History and math. but that Bio Test. uwuuug. i will fail it.
my grades slipped in History B and Geometry B to B+'s....i am a streight A student.
help me.
help me.
i am crying now.
i am so unprepared and stressed out for my tests tomorow.
it doesn't help that this is the only free time I have had all day. i got loaded with homework today on top of studying.
well. i think i will go now. i am sure you don't really want to hear about my school issues anyway.
have a good one!
