![]() ![]() Oh, here,” he added, holding what was left of the candy bar out to Dave. “Well! I think we’d better just take another look at this whole situation. “And you say you make this here on Earth?” Dave nodded. “What do you call it? Oh, wait, it says here on the wrapper…‘Cho-Co-Late?’” He pronounced the ‘O’s and the ‘A’ wrong, but it was close enough and Dave nodded. “This is the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted!” cried Gygar. He licked his lips and took another bite…and another…and another… Gygar shrugged and bit into the chocolate…Īnd his eyes, already large, grew wide. Dave mimed eating, explaining to the alien what he was supposed to do with the candy bar. He looked at it carefully, then looked down at Dave. He had never seen anything like it before, so he wasn’t sure what it was. That’s when a thought occurred to him and he extended his left arm.Ĭonfused, Gygar opened one of his right hands and allowed the small human to place something brown and half-covered by a plastic wrapper in his green palm. So, scrabbling around for an idea, he looked down at his hands. In fact, he thought seriously about just crying and running away, which is normally a good idea when you’re facing something scary, but Dave figured that would probably count as a forfeit and Gygar would blow up the Earth. Suddenly the weight of the world was resting on his six-year-old shoulders and he wasn’t sure he was up to it. So, human, for the sake of all life on this planet, I ask you: why should the Earth be spared?”įor a moment, Dave said nothing. If you can give me one good reason not to blow up the Earth, I will not. We selected you at random out of all six and a half billion humans on this planet to be an envoy for all mankind. “We are not, however, without mercy, which is why I have come here today: To offer your species one last chance to redeem yourselves. We have therefore decided that, for the good of the universe, your planet will be destroyed. And the less said about what you watch on television, the better. You go to war with people who have a slightly different interpretation of books written eons before any of you were ever even born. Ninety-nine percent of you work like dogs to maintain the lifestyle of the one percent who have all the money. Half of you are starving, while the other half is obese. And, frankly, we have not been happy with what we have seen. My people and I have been observing this planet for one thousand geldars, or slightly less than ninety-two of your Earth years. My name is Gygar and I am from the planet Ramzok many, many lightyears from here. This creature walked (more like slithered) up to Dave and, when it spoke, did so in a surprisingly friendly voice: ![]() It was wearing a blue outfit and seemed, to Dave at least, to be smiling in a friendly manner. Tall, green, with six long fingers on each hand (making for a total of twenty-four fingers overall), big black eyes and legs which looked more like tentacles. There appeared a creature which could only be described as a space alien. ![]() He watched in amazement as the spaceship settled down only a few feet from where he was seated.Īfter the ship-which looked just like you are probably imagining round, disc-like with mechanical legs that unfolded upon landing-lit on the grass with surprising grace, a door slid open on one side and a ramp descended. He looked up and was understandably surprised to see a spaceship descending from the sky. Thus isolated, Dave proceeded to carefully unwrap the candy bar and was about to take the first bite, when he saw lights above his head. In a world that can’t ever seem to shut up, quiet people are often viewed with suspicion. The other kids liked Dave all right, but some of them were put off by his gentle, quiet ways. Not that he didn’t like the other kids or anything, he just liked sitting quietly and reading a book or watching a video, or, in this case, eating a candy bar. Dave hardly ever spoke, didn’t like to run around and make noise, and usually preferred to sit quietly on his own. But it wouldn’t last because, sooner or later, the other kids would get a bit rambunctious and want to run and play and make a lot of noise…but not Dave. Certainly he didn’t look all that unusual, and might easily have blended in with a crowd of quiet children. Had you been in the clearing with him that day…well, first of all, you’d see something really weird happen in a minute…but you’d also probably think that Dave was a pretty typical kid. It was sort of an open area, surrounded by trees, slightly rounded and maybe twenty feet in diameter…although, being only six years old, Dave probably didn’t know what a diameter was. They found a secluded part of the park and Dave sat down on the grass, holding the candy bar gently but firmly in his left hand. Dave and his candy bar had wandered off from the group in order to be alone for a bit. ![]()
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