writing

ET Lives Here

She’s a real showstopper, she’s a real talker, she knows how to get what she wants when she thinks hard enough about it. Is she giving the answers to whoever asks? Nope. Is she inching her way slowly to a large scale explosion? Yup. Will the debris be large enough to carry to those around her. No, it will be in her own cloud.

**

The cloud is unusually gray these days. She can’t seem to figure out why. Does this have something to do with reading those spy books and giving them out to the extraterrestrials that come knocking on her door every Tuesday? She doesn’t even care for the dang books, its the constant door-to-door of the extraterrestrials. Yeah, they’re pretty annoying. You can’t make make someone revert to another planet by force or something ya know? Ugh, so frustrating sometimes.

But that is life in Lope. Ever since the first ET’s were found on Mars, NASA freaked out and brought five of them to Earth. After 10 years of experiments, and another 15 on a series of tests that all went public with more or less the same findings save a few components, and finally 8 more years with human/ET tests that became groundbreaking. This started another 10 years of the “aliens” becoming ET’s and somehow a part of Earth society. No plants and always hot so they survive obviously. This brings us to today: 2915. The door-to-door converting ET’s, historians and scientists say this is similar to “Jehovah’s Witnesses” from the Years With Snow.

But, at her radioactive software company, a new ET just joined on and Elise can’t seem to fathom why. Are they even allowed to work? Who said she even wanted to work with them. She was really trying to get her cloud white and blue again. Her e-doc said the ETs were playing a major part in that, so she obviously couldn’t be around them.

Is this the explosion she was thinking about before? No, it’s bigger. She can’t explain it, it’s like a force deep within her that she can’t seem to process right. She is really trying, but she just can’t. Breathe, breathe, breathe. In, out, in, out, in out.

**

She’s in her room. It’s still Lope. Boring old Lope, with the five hundred amusement parks. With no cars, with 6 hundred people. With only restaurant that serves everything you could ever possibly want. But, it’s different now. Because it’s not real.

**

I wanted to do something different for this post. A little writing. Sidenote: Any one doing nanowrimo this year? I did it a few years ago, I might do it this year. Not sure. But, I love to write so maybe.

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