People had been asking so I left a message that I needed to see the Alien. No, it wasn’t like a plea in some science fiction movie. It was more like an ad in the paper but he showed up as Michael Rennie anyway. Same old C.W., cute as usual.
“You called? he said after I opened the apartment door and registered my surprise.
I ushered him in and motioned for him to have a seat. “People have been asking about you.”
“I’m flattered,” he said. “What did you tell them?”
“That you had been recalled because of that incident with the high-school girl.”
“That was blown all out of proportion,” he said. “Besides, that’s what star football players are supposed to do, isn’t it?”
“That’s what I thought,” he said. “So … no, that wasn’t it at all.”
“Then where have you been?”
“Making a detailed interim report.”
“To the Falloonian Elders?”
So how are we doing?”
“Not too good.”
“Then … are the Fallootians getting ready to wipe us out like in your movie.”
“No. You’re doing a fine job of that yourselves.”
He had me there. I had never seen him more somber. But heck, he was Michael Rennie after all. “So how much time?”
“I don’t think your species would be so obsessed about time if your planet didn’t circle your home star with such precision.”
“What makes you think things occur sequentially?”
“Uh, gee, don’t they?”
“Why couldn’t they all be occurring at once and your mental state is simply drawn to whatever is shiniest?”
“Is that what happens?”
“Let’s just say for the moment that your species’ consciousness paradigm is closer to that of a blackbird than to a logician. You won’t be able to proceed further with this inquiry as long as you linger on such things as rock stars and inconsequential politicians.”
“Like Michelle Bachman?”
“Precisely, now why don’t we go for a walk and you can convince me that your species would warrant existence?”
“Sure,” I said, grabbing a hat to protect me from the sun.
A while later we stood at my city’s statue of Harriet Tubman leading a child-slave to freedom.
“Better?” I said.
He studied the amazing sculpture, and then turned to me. “She was a great person, wasn’t she?”
“One of the greatest.”
“Indeed. I’ll maybe stick around awhile,” said he
"Don’t you mean you are here, have been here, will be here?” Now I was trying to be cute.