Fourteen
Extraterrestrial Investigators
Sometimes people say things without thinking. That’s what Judy Clark did when she suggested we should warn people of the Gandoran plot. She wasn't listening to me; it was too late to do anything. The wheels were in motion and couldn’t be stopped by any normal human being.
“We cannot warn anyone Judy,” I said as I looked at my watch. The time for my friends, the men in black, to do their round was approaching. “Why not?” protested Judy. “We just can’t sit by and wait for the end.”
“Listen Judy, if the Gandorans discovers that their presence on of Earth has been uncovered then they’ll speed up the destruction of Earth,” I said sternly as I looked into her worried face. “I’ve already told you this things goes all the way to the top and when I say top I mean the White House, the Kremlin and the Office of the President of China.”
“What are you saying?” asked Judy softly. I responded by saying, “They know of the aliens because they are the aliens. Haven’t you been listening to me?”
“Whoa!” exclaimed Stephen. “Do you have any idea what you are saying?”
“Yes,” I said as I looked at my watch again. “The governments of the world have been covering the truth about UFOs because government is the aliens.”
“Are you saying that the president of the U.S., Russia, and China are aliens?” asked Stephen. “Bingo Stephen!” I exclaimed.
“How can this be?” asked Judy. “Because it’s easy to control things when you are on top,” I said as I took my seat again. “Because humans are sheep. The Gandorans quickly recognized this when they came to Earth.” I felt as if I had wasted the last six hours talking to a brick wall. It felt as if they hadn’t heard a word I said.
Stephen and Judy sat there silently. I looked at my watch again and went to the window. “I need you in the kitchen for a few seconds."
Stephen and Judy got up from the table and went into the kitchen. I raised the blind and counted down. Just like clockwork, two different white males in dark shades rode by in their customary black SUV. Like usual, I waved to them. They did not look too happy. I lowered the blind.
“Now you understand why we cannot warn anyone,” I said as I looked at Judy. Looking into their minds, I could see that Judy was afraid while Stephen was full of questions.
“So who are the rest of these aliens?” Stephen asked. Judy’s hand trembled as she opened the water. She had difficulty bringing the bottle up to her lips. “Do we need to see anymore?” asked Judy after taking a sip of water.
“I want to show you all the proof I have,” I said, looking into her frightened face. She was no longer a skeptic, but a scared believer. “Why do we need to see more of your proof if we cannot warn anyone? Why even show us this?” asked Judy angrily.
“Because the truth will set you free,” I said. “I needed to be free of this truth. You have the proof that aliens do exist.”
“What good does the truth do if only we know about?” asked Judy angrily. “Why did they do this to you?” Then Stephen said, “Wait, you do not want us to tell anyone because you’re going to stop them with your nanomachines.”
Judy glared at me. Stephen was smarter than he appeared. Getting out of my chair, I went into the kitchen. Going into my junk drawer, I searched for a coupon. I had a taste for pizza. I could eat practically anything and not gain any weight, courtesy of the nanomachines who quickly used everything as fuel.
“Is that true?” asked Judy. I did not respond as I searched for my coupon. “Is that true Mr. Morningstar?” she asked again, but with more anger in her voice. Taking a peek inside her head, I saw nothing but anger.
After finding my pizza coupon, I said, “Although I have the power to stop them, I will not.”
Picking up my not Genius cellphone off the breakfast bar, I quickly ordered a large pepperoni pizza with black olives and mushroom. Judy waited before asking irately, “What do you mean you’re not going to stop them?”
I went into the refrigerator and removed a bottle of beer. I could not get intoxicated; I just like the taste. The nanomachines would quickly remove the toxins because of the changes occurring in my blood.
Judy was now standing as she awaited my answer. She was pissed not at the fact that I had the power to stop the Gandoran, but the fact that I did not answer her.
Finally, I said, “I mean I’m not going to stop them. It's not my fight.”
Stephen was now quiet. His excitement had quickly waned. “I cannot believe I’m hearing this,” said Stephen, shaking his head. “You have the power to save Earth from certain doom, but you’re refusing on what grounds.”
“Because I’m a black man,” I said after opening my beer. “What in the hell does that mean?” asked an irate Judy.
“It means; I’m not supposed to be in this situation,” I said. “In every science fiction movie when the world needed saving from the big bad aliens or zombies, it’s a white guy. Go find a white guy to save the world, after all they’re all superior to me,” I said before taking a sip of beer. I was angry. The nanomachines were already removing the alcohol from my blood.
“This is not some effin’ science fiction movie!” exclaimed Stephen. “This is reality! We’re talking about real effin’ life! The entire planet is about to be wiped out, and you’re talking about white guys saving the world in science fiction movies!”
I did not think I would see Stephen like this. He was full blown upset. “For your information, there are blacks in science fiction movies.” Here comes the list of tokens and sidekicks. I took a sip of beer as I waited.
“What about Samuel Jackson and Billy Dee Williams in Star Wars? There’s Will Smith in Independence Day and After Earth. What about LeVar Burton, Nichelle Nichols, and Michael Dorn of Star Trek fame?” asked a red-faced Stephen.
“You named six black people,” I said with a smile on my face. “Now, how many sci-fi or fantasy movies have been made?” Stephen removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “I personally apologized there haven’t been more black lead sci-fi characters.”
“You are a piece of work,” said Judy angrily.
“I collect comic books,” I started gloomily, “I was twelve years old at the time. Anyhow, while at this comic book convention, looking through boxes, two Big Bang Theory nerds looked in my direction and simply stated, “I didn’t know niggers read comic books. You must be looking for the Nigger Panther. That was the first time someone called me nigger.”
Stephen shook his head. Through clenched teeth, Judy said, “You’ll let billions die because of the ignorance of a few. What about your family?”
Kellil had asked a similar question. I gave Judy the same answer. “I would rather see them dead than continue living in this world.” Judy glared at me before going into the kitchen. I did not need to take a peek into her head to tell that she was highly upset with me.
“I think the grays might have screwed up your head,” commented Stephen as he stuffed his pad into his bag.
Stephen was dead wrong. The Vathians made my head and everything else better. I was supreme. I thought about giving him an electrical shock just for saying my head was screwed up and saying the word ‘grays’.
If they were black, they would understand why I did not want to save Earth. On the final day of humans’ existence, I would get me a large pepperoni pizza with green peppers, mushroom, black olives and onions with a glass of white wine and watch all the petty differences fade away.
Judy came back to the table and stood next to me. Looking down at me, she said, “You’re no better than those ignorant people.”
Then the doorbell rang. Looking at Judy, I said, “My pizza is here.” Getting out of my chair, I went to the door. The nanomachines quickly revealed it was a female on the other side of the door; however, she was not holding a pizza, but a small briefcase. I slowly opened the door to see Alyce Green. “Hello Eli.”
Things are about to get interesting.