
Reproduce
Pa is outside feeding the refugees, again. It was actually Momma’s turn but she has a migraine and is laying down. They’re such ugly creatures. Looking at them makes my head hurt, too. Hairless and pink in weird places. How they don’t just crisp in the suns I will never understand. They definitely don’t possess the protection our green skins give us. But, I suppose that’s what has landed them here. The last survivors of an extinct species. And they sure enough earned their near-extinction.
We had visited them before, on their blue orb. We had warned them. In their arrogant self-absorption, they thought they knew better. “Global warming,” they scoffed in their odd sounds. “No such thing.” And they chose not to listen. Not to change. And they would continue to burn their coal, kill their atmosphere, their ozone, their water, themselves.
For some reason, Pa saw a potential in these fragile beings. So he brought some home. Like a stray pet. Well, three stray pets. He said it was perfect because they can replicate. Or repeat. Or re-something or other. And this time, he says, this time we can teach them … hopefully.
Being as their possible intelligence is buried underneath their horribly inflated egos and centuries of willful ignorance and stupidity, I personally think it isn’t worth the extra mouths to feed. But Pa has always been such a scientist at heart. I just hope he is prepared for the time this is going to take. Undoing this type of extreme belief that everything should and will be handed to them, that they’re “entitled” as the most intelligent (that’s a laugh in itself) beings this side of the Milky Way is just … it’s an endeavor, to say the least. But if anyone can handle it, it’ll be Pa.
He does worry though. He worries that the lack of nutrients and clean water may have affected their reabsorption … re- … that capability in them. To make more. I guess only time will tell.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleHello Alexxandria, and welcome to Voice.club! I hope you enjoy the site. Your first story is very nice. Poor little Earthlings, they are a pathetic bunch, aren’t they? I like that the POV is from the daughter/son. I also like that even though the aliens are green and much wiser than humans, they still call their parents “Pa” and “Momma”. It lends a lot of familiarity and makes the reader relate to… Read more »
Great story with a nice twist that it was from an alien’s perspective. Let’s hope that the three refugees are either not all male, or all female! 😉
Alexxandria, your story made me smile. When I read the part about the hairless, pink beings that made your protagonist’s head hurt, I thought they sounded hideous! That was before I realised it was an alien talking about humans. I enjoyed the different perspective, and the almost hopeful feel it gives, considering that “Pa” still has hope that humans will learn from past mistakes. This is a great story.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleHello, Alexxandria. Welcome to Voice club. This is a great story with a different point of view and approach. I enjoyed reading it so much. Good job.
Alexxandria, this is a truly wonderful story. I had considered doing an extension of my Shepherds of the Worlds story that I entered into a recent 100 word competition, but after reading this, I wouldn’t like people to think I was copying your idea. Your story is a much more fun take on the subject anyway, and a real joy to read. I love that it is written from an alien child’s… Read more »
Hi Alexxandria, I loved your story as it showed the ‘other side’, someone’s else perspective, the point of no return! The young alien is so human in his/her/its emotions. i like the fact that there is hope and guidance for the poor misguided humans…
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleWelcome to Voice.club, Alexandria, and congratulations to a great story. It’s a clever idea to look at the humans from a young Martian’s perspective, exposing their
(our) arrogance and egotism. It’s pessimistic and fun at the same time.
Don’t know about your aliens suffering from migraines, that might be an unfair bit of misdirection, but other than that, this is a very interesting story. Alien philanthropists come to Earth, try to convince humans to change their ways, but when they won’t, the philanthropists still try to save the humans with their horribly inflated egos etc. I think I agree with your narrator – we’re not worth saving.