The pulsing orb set down in my farmhouse’s back yard in the middle of the night. The corn swayed in the breeze, completely unaffected by the alien craft. It silently came to a stop on the grass just outside the cornfield, shifting in colour from red to green ( Read more... )

As was usual with First Contact, communication had been the problem. The problem we were facing here was that the Nitkas had 56 mouths around their gigantic heads, 28 on each side ( Read more... )

The shifting planes of the emerald ship folded and twisted to expose smaller shards of landing gear as it touched down lightly on the White House lawn. It was a beautiful August day and the sun played off of the shining edges of the massive craft ( Read more... )

The sun beat down on me and the rest of the media gathered on the white house lawn. I wasn’t dressed for the heat. I was sweating through my shirt, hoping that I wouldn’t sweat through my suit on camera. Six hundred of us were jammed into a crowd here for an amazing chapter in humanity’s history. Soldiers, politicians, scientists, and media. ( Read more... )

This particular first contact was confusing. All the aliens seemed to have the same name. At first we thought the translators were broken but it appeared that the aliens, thrilled at meeting another alien race, were all named Cruff. They looked at us through their many yellow eyes and wide smiles with different lengths of green hair ( Read more... )

We had always been looking for a way to legitimately kill the stupid. But where did one draw the line? An outside force, something inhuman, had to make the choice. We couldn’t make that kind of decision ( Read more... )

Do I consider myself a citizen of Earth? Do I consider myself a human? Am I an alien sympathizer? Members of the council, I fear I no longer know what these questions even pertain to. They are meaningless sounds to me now with no more gravitas than the bark of a dog. I have only the following to say and I say it not in my defense for I know ( Read more... )

It was refreshing in a way, this whole ‘not having to talk’ thing ( Read more... )