Imminent Arrival

The night was lighter than most. Few people would have noticed the subtle differences, but they were all too obvious to me. The minor nuances in illumination meant certain shifts in astral mitosis that ultimately caused the various molecules in the air to be more susceptible to light. The moon wasn’t any brighter, the sky just absorbed more of its radiance. When space took on these changes it made the ships travel faster. They were propelled by a technology that infused light of any kind into energy, since the universe was full of stars their power source was limitless.

They were close now, I couldn’t tell exactly how close, but I felt the week wouldn’t end before their arrival. I took in a deep breath of the country air as a slight shiver passed through me, there was nothing I could do. I stood on the front porch, staring into the vast night sky, I felt as helpless as an infant.

For years I warned them, I zealously tried to alert the officials, the scientists, the government or anyone who would listen. I knew, without a doubt in my mind they were coming, and I knew their intentions. Our planet was in a calm before the storm, destined to be attacked by an alien race years ahead of our time in science, but just as brutal as our own primitive savagery. Now, on the brink of destruction I could only wait, my voice was silenced, and I knew better than to try in futility to use it again.

I was once a professor of anthropology at Texas State University. I held a P.H.D. in three fields, it was at the university when I first began to come into my dark revelation. In the latter few years of my employment as head of the human studies department I began to take an extended interest in unexplained phenomena. From the pyramids of Egypt to the crop circles found in Midwestern farms, I immersed myself into every strange and unexplained event since the dawn of recorded history.

Eventually, as my interest slowly turned into moderate obsession I began to understand why I was so compelled to invest my time in such studies. Piece by piece, like the fragments of a puzzle, I began to interpret the things that have baffled the modern mind for centuries. It began to make such perfect and dreadful sense, and I was able to read it like a book. Everything from the landscaped arrangement of the statues on Easter Island to the geometrical structure of Stonehenge decrypted like ancient tomes in my mind.

When I tried to explain the patterns, to point out the obvious exegetical manifestation of mathematics and placement they thought I was insane. Nobody believed me, not my colleges, not the government, not even my dear wife who eventually had me committed. For six years I rotted in that awful place, all because somehow I was able to see it, to see what should have been so obvious. Trying to expose what I knew was like trying to explain bacteria to primitive man, even with a microscope it was simply too much to swallow.

I wondered if any more were like me, gifted to decipher such things. If they did exist surely they had suffered my fate as well. I finally gave in, being perfectly sane I simply deceived my doctors, I played it off as if I were traveling the road to recovery from a troubled mind. Inside, however, I knew more than ever that I was right, a true paranoid schizophrenic can never pull off a successful ruse, because their minds are genuinely sick. I’m surely not sick, but I’m indeed troubled, it’s a natural human reaction when your aware of such imminent jeopardy.