Meanwhile. . . “Confessions of a Traveler: The Observations of Alien 597” Part 2
She had an algorithm where she would take notes of her observations. She would think it, and it would write down what she thought to a room in her home world, which gathered observations from other travelers too. She was told good places to research information on earth were in a place called a bookstore or a library, and on a machine called a TV box.
She was also told to visit a place called a hotel or motel, they didn’t know the difference, but it was meant for travelers. As she walked in to her motel, the stench of the room became overwhelming, the beige floor was stained black, and the white walls had beige and black spots. She wandered if all places looked like this after human contact.
She was eager to start her research, and turned the TV box on for valuable information, when she noticed a bug on the wall that had eight legs, which she remembered from the documents her superiors had given her before she left, called a spider.
All could bite, but some had poison that could kill you within minutes, or could deform you by eating all of your skin where it bit you. Back home they didn’t know which ones had the poison, they were still waiting on other observations to come in for verification, so she just stayed away from it. As she planned what to do with the spider, she then came across another bug so grotesque, she recoiled when she saw it. It was flat, brown, very fast, and quite large, but seemed harmless.
“Hello,” she uttered to it, but it didn’t talk back.
She called some ladies over, who would clean rooms. Alien 597 thought they were not very good at their profession by the state of her room, but since they were inhabitants of this planet, they would have expert knowledge on this species.
“It’s a roach,” said a lady with an accent she was not familiar with.
“What do they eat?”
“That pendejo can eat anything.”
“How long have they’ve been around?”
“Probably millions of years,” said the other lady in a different accent then the first. “Those motherfuckers could survive a nuclear war.
They move fast… Shit. Some of them can fly too. Motherfuckers have wings.”
This got Alien 597’s attention, and after asking the ladies help in removing the bugs, she thanked them. This bug could fly, eat anything, move fast, and survive destruction she thought to herself. She wrote in her algorithm. If you want to be invincible, you have to be a roach, a pendejo, or motherfucker.
Desperate to see the outside world, Alien 597 walked outside her motel into an area of land that people had forgotten. It wasn’t as nice as the areas she had read about. The houses were falling apart, and the cars seemed older, and she wondered if she was on the right planet. Well, in a land so big they were bound to forget some places, she thought. Just like the cleaning lady who vacuumed her entire room, except the corner spot where Alien 597 had dropped some crackers. The cleaning ladies thought she was not well, and had given them to her.
To be continued. . .
***Excerpt off a short story I wrote: “Confessions of a Traveler: The Observations of Alien 597”
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