An Observe Story

It's head is also massive but is supported by a frame so small that I can scarcely believe it stands up under the weight. I stare at it as if in a trance like state but I slowly come back to my senses. The boy talked about having a heart attack, I think I just did. I grab a hold of myself and listen to the speaker. ". . . We will be implementing this in throughout the next five years. At the end of this period that's when the state of emergency will be declared. You all know what is involved in that, the suspension of the constitution etc. so I won't bore you with details. This is just a briefing to get the new people up to speed. If you have any questions direct them afterwards." Another small heart attack hits and for the next couple of moments I get bits and pieces of the speech. I hear about a plan to use subliminal messaging technology, "borrowed" by the aliens, in television in order to further subdue the public's mind. This will lay ground work for what is called the "New World Order" in which all the world's countries will join together to form one nation that will be in a constant police state and it's people led around like sheep.

At hearing this I begin to stare once more at the alien. In a million years you never could've convinced me there was such a thing but here I am, looking into it's black eyes. Then it begins to look at me. More than look. It begins to "talk" to me. I can sense it burrowing in my mind. It knows that I'm not one of them. It digs into my past to find out who am I. It then stops. It sees that I'm no threat and that for many years I have simply watched and have not interfered. It knows I won't do anything. Knowing that, it shares a little something. A glimpse of it's mind. These military bases mean nothing to it. The aliens, like me, have been watching this planet and it's people's self-destructive nature. These men have used a bit of that rare knowledge to simply gain control but are not seeing the bigger picture. They question each other but not the aliens. The aliens who plan to watch this planet self-destruct and when there is not one more human left to call this planet their own, they will come . . . . and call it theirs.

The alien mocks me with the information as if saying, "What are you going to do?" It knows I'll keep the information to myself till I die. That though I know, no one else will. My stomach cringes and I begin to feel violently ill. But then, I calm down. I stand up straight and continue to see. When it's all over I leave the hanger with the crowd and quietly slip away. After leaving the compound I strip out of the tainted cloths then lay on the cold night grass naked as I vomit and shake. This was more than I bargained for.

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It's been a week now and I've digested the information like I've done many times before. But still I'm troubled. I go back to where it started. The grave of an old friend, Stacey Smith. I stand over the grave as the light rain hits me. I have to sit down, I think I'm going to be here for a while. I need something to dull the pain and this is the only addiction I have to lean on. Decades ago I was falsely imprisoned. That one event set in motion a chain that leads me to where I am today. I was just put in jail and after being beaten by an inmate who blinded my left eye I went to see the prison psychologist. Stacey was no help. But I continued to see her and we built a friendship. She was raped and killed in a prison riot. . . every now and then I come back to visit her grave. I'm sorry I couldn't save you Stacey. . . I begin to cry. I haven't cried in such a long time I have to wipe my eyes and look at my hands to make sure it's tears and not the rain.