posted on Jun, 23 2004 @ 04:28 PM
�Is it ours? It�s not ours is it? We don�t have planes like that do we? Is that a plane?�
�No sir, it�s not ours.�
�Oh no, no, no, no, no�
�It�s best to stay calm Mr. President.�
�I wonder what my grandfather, George W. Bush, would do at a time like this.�
�We must try to stay calm sir, until we can positively identify this aircraft.�
Two miles in the air and descending slowly on the nation�s capital was an aircraft rectangular in shape. There are no wings on this craft, no
thrusters are evident, there is no sign of even a window on this marvel, yet it maneuvers and moves with graceful purpose. Advances in aviation have
grown tremendously since the early 21st century yet no known aircraft can compare this wonder. Completely black, and completely smooth like a giant
onyx stone, the craft is a massive five miles long and at least one mile wide.
In a DC neighborhood a couple miles from the downtown area a boy of 14 years old anxiously paces the floor.
�I have to go! I must go to it! I have to!�
�Sit down. You know that thing is evil. Go read your bible!�
�But mom-�
�What�d I say?�
�Yes ma�am�
�Jesus, help that boy�
The craft has now come to a full stop and is hovering no more two hundred feet above the ground, with the center of it directly above the White House.
Hundreds, even thousands of people now stand in awe. Seeing but not believing.
�Shoot it! Shoot it now!�
�But sir we don�t even-�
�Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!�
�Mr. President! Calm down!�
�Ow ow ow! Sorry. Ooohhh. Stubbed my toe!�
�Look�
�I�ve known you a long time, you�re almost like a friend, but you should know I�m not like that.�
�No, sir, look at the aircraft. Something�s happening.�
Out of the bottom, and in stark contrast to the blackness of the craft a ray of light shined through. The light grew wider and brighter, soon forming
a fairly large triangular shaped beam of light that seemed to penetrate the ground. A blinding flash lights the whole area. Once everyone�s eyes come
back into focus, there below the craft were three beings. Standing about 6 feet tall and in the middle was a grayish humanoid flanked on both sides by
similar looking beings but who only stood about 4 feet tall. Fascinating creatures they were. With a fairly large head, large eyes, slits for mouths,
no protruding nose, no noticeable ears, and smooth slim bodies they stood perfectly still for no more than a minute. Suddenly, there was another
extremely bright flash and just like that, they were gone.
- In the White House:
�How did you all get in here? What are you? What do you want? Where�s my secret service!?�
�You sent them home for the weekend sir.�
�Oh yeah, well get them back! What are these things? Look at their eyes. Are they Chinese?�
�No sir, I believe they are-�
�Because I didn�t order Chinese. No�.Order�..Chinese�.You�..Understand?�
�Mr. President, they�re not Chinese. These appear to be aliens sir!�
�Aliens? So, they�re Mexican?�
There�s about thirty seconds of uncomfortable silence.
The tall alien begins to speak: �Mortal dang-
�No hable espannol�
�Sir, they�re speaking English�
�Kay pasta�
��.Sir�.�
Alien: �Mortal danger. You must prepare�
President: �Prepare for what?�
Alien: �From the sky. A star falls. All are in mortal danger.�
President: �So why did you come here to tell us? Couldn�t you just shoot it with your spaceship thing?�
The aliens look at each other, but say nothing.
President: �Well?�
Alien: �We ca-�
Before it can answer there is a knock on the door. That 14 year old boy walks in without waiting for an answer. The aliens stare at him then look at
each other in bewilderment.
�How did you get in here?� the President asks, but the boy ignores him and stares at the aliens. The boy asks them in furry �What are you doing
here!?�
Alien: �We were just warning you.�
Boy: �I don�t believe that for a second. Now go! And if I ever catch you around here again I�ll-�
Alien: �We leave now. Your day will come. We promise. Your day will come�
With a flash they are gone. The spaceship slowly retreats back into space, while the boy stands there with his head down. After a couple of minutes he
shakes his head, then leaves.
�Did I miss something?�
�Well sir��
�What time is it? I�m sure I missed Who Wants to Be a Quadrillionaire�
*A week later*
�No you can�t go outside, you�re still grounded for sneaking out the house last time�
�But mom, it�s important. A comet will be here soon!�
�I haven�t heard anything about this comet, and even if there was one, why would you want to go outside?�
�Because�uh��
�Do your chores son.�
White House:
�Looks like we have incoming Mr. President!�
�What�s that supposed to mean?�
�A comet sir. It�s heading this way and fast!�
�Well get our F-69s in the air and shoot that thing down!�
�That won�t work sir, this thing is massive�
�Well then nuke it!�
�Mr. President, we got rid of all our nukes 25 years ago�
�Oh yeah, I saw something on the news about that. So what do we do? Oh no!�
�We have to get you out of here. We have several bunkers in the area, but we have to leave now!�
In view of the whole earth now, an Australian sized comet falls at unforgivable speeds toward earth. Panic and desperate searches for shelter soon
take a firm grip on billions of people around the world. Others pray. Other wait�they wait for their inevitable doom. Animals run wild everywhere
adding to the chaos. Birds fill the sky, so many birds that some fall dead due to suffocation.
Death speeds closer and closer. Winds have now increased to tropical storm strength worldwide. The now cloudless sky once a majestic blue now turns
many shades of orange, yellow, and red. The world waits.
�Oh that boy! He snuck out the house again! God, please protect him!�
�Come on Mr. President! We�ll never make it!�
�Sorry, when you gotta go, you gotta go.�
�It�s too late! We�re doomed, look!�
Worldwide the temperature rises quickly, winds now approach hurricane force.
�This is it.�
The Earth lights up so bright, the sun is put to shame.
Death? No.
The temporary blindness after a few minutes soon fades.
�What happened? We�re not dead.�
�That bastard�
�What�s that?�
�Look up there sir.�
Hovering in the sky head held high was the boy.
�Who IS that kid? What happened to the comet? And why is he flying!?�
�You�ll find out soon enough Mr. President.�
�One more thing, who are you!?�
�Oh, Mr. President.� He comes within inches of the president�s face and stares him dead in the eye. The laughing stops. �I�m your worst
nightmare.�