A Mystery

     Aliens. A question that has fazed our race for more than a century. There have been many science fiction stories about them such as one I have written: 

I ran from ‘It’. I don’t know what ‘It’ was, but I did know that ‘It’ was scary.

          I live on Or, a planet in a galaxy close to the Milky Way. Everything on Or is always nice, pretty, and wonderful. We have no laws or government, but we do know right from wrong. If someone is waiting, you stop for them, if someone needs help, you help them; little things like that; the unwritten laws that everyone follows because it’s in our nature.

          Our system has worked perfectly for millions of years, until ‘It’ came. ‘It’ arrived about ten minutes ago. As soon as ‘It’ landed his strange ship, ‘It’ immediately started destroying everything; buildings, parks, etc.

          ‘It’ also put a strange piece of fabric on a pole into the ground.

          “I am claiming this land for The United States of America,” stated ‘It’.

          On Or, no one claims land. If you need a place to live, other Amplas (the name of the main species on Or and surrounding planets) near you help you build a house anywhere there is space without demolishing any buildings. I guess we all own all the land, but we just know how to share very well.

Around Or, there are many planets just like Or. Their system works just as well as ours does.

Our personalities are different, but that does not bother anyone. How boring would it be if we were all the same?

In school, the teachers teach about the planets that don’t get along. I've heard that they are always fighting with each other. I didn't really believe it until today.

Well, ‘It’ was here and chasing us and there was nothing we could do about it.

Suddenly ‘It’ stopped.

“I’m hungry, go find me some food,” demanded ‘It’.

“No,” I sassed back.

Oh no, my sassy side came out. My mother says to never let my sassy side come out. It usually doesn't come out especially if the thing is trying to hurt me.

Suddenly my mother was right alongside me talking to ‘It’.

“Please leave Or immediately,” she stated calmly. “Returned to your home planet and leave us in peace. Do not bother any other planets in this galaxy with your nonsense. If you do not take our request, we will be forced to remove you.”

I had never heard this side of my mother before. She was usually quiet and soft spoken. Today she was bold and confident. I wonder what changed her.

“I will contemplate my choices,” ‘It’ said uncertainly. “What will you give me to leave?”

“Nothing,” I boldly declared. “We have stated our circumstances. Either you will leave or we will make you leave. This is the best thing to do for our species.”

“Well, I may not have enough fuel to return home,” argued ‘It’.

“We will help you repair and refuel your ship.”

“May I stay a week, to observe?”

“Yes, but you must follow our ways,” resolved my mother. “Emma will teach you.”

“I will?”

“Yes,” responded my mother.

This took some thought. Teaching ‘It’ would certainly be difficult. I could already see that. ‘It’ had no common sense—‘It’ probably didn't even know what common sense was. But what would the right thing to do be? This is a two-sided problem. Teaching ‘It’ would certainly be very difficult, so forgoing the teaching might be the right thing to do. But then again, it could be wrong not to try. This problem has no correct answer.

“What do you think I should do?” I inquired from my mother.

“I think we should let him observe and you should teach him,” my mother forenamed. “Repairing the ship may take a week anyway.”

“Okay.”

My mother turned to ‘It’, “We have reached a decision, we will let you stay a week.”

So ‘It’ will stay in our house (we had a lengthy discussion about this). I would tell you—but I don’t want to bore you.

For the next week I tried my best to teach ‘It’. I had to explain everything to ‘It’ even the easy things such as helping the elderly lady who lives across with her groceries. My word of wisdom to ‘It was to follow everyone else. I started with telling ‘It’ (and yes, I called him ‘It’) to never claim land because no one owns the land so claiming the land has no purpose. An Ampla’s nature tells us never to do wrong, ever. That isn't in ‘It’s’ nature, I can tell. ‘It’ is so self-centered. He never thinks to do what is best for another person before himself.

Two Days Later

          It has been two days since ‘It’ came and ‘It’ has done nothing but cause problems.

          On Or, volcanoes exploded, the fields ruined and all the food for winter was destroyed—why?—all because of ‘It’. Okay, let me explain. The volcanoes were really vinegar, baking soda, and red die. They were obviously ‘Its’ idea. I didn't know the volcano was going to explode. We don’t have volcanoes on Or and apparently we’re lucky. Never before have we had an explosion on Or.

          Then ‘It’ wanted to look at the fields. ‘It’ was feeling generous and gave us a pesticide. ‘It’ said the pesticide would kill all the harmful bugs. What are harmful bugs? Well we use the substance anyway thinking it would make the food better in one way or another. I didn’t know ‘It’ would lie. Okay, lie is a little too harsh. I didn't know the substance would make the food unsafe to eat. One of the workers ate a berry and died. Now we have no food. I can’t wait till ‘It’ leaves.

          ‘It also called our world boring. How dare him. Just because we don’t have conflict does not mean we don’t have change. We have unexpected changes all the time. We might move houses or towns and make new friends. We don’t all like each other. If you are alone someone will come talk to you because that is the right thing to do. But if you have friends, other Amplas so not fell obligated to talk to you and that is just fine. This shows that Or is not boring.

           The week dragged on forever. that week was the longest week I have ever experienced, but like every bad thing, (actually this was my first bad thing) the week came to an end. ‘It flew away in his space ship.

­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­Two Weeks Later

          We heard from a neighboring planet, And, about ‘It’. He has been causing problems there too! And disposed of ‘It’ much quicker than we did.

          We call upon other neighboring planets including But, For, Yet, and So, about ‘It’. ‘It’ has been to all of them. Finally ‘It’ returns home and the peace is restored, but not forever.

     So that's my alien/Utopian story, but do aliens really exist? There is evidence on Mars of water, but water does not always mean life. But Mars is so close to us. Here is a video of how big we are in relation to the universe. I really like this video because it shows me that the universe is so large that every mistake I make is so small because I don't really matter, but God reminds me that he cares about me and my good and bad sides. Anyway, my point was that the universe is so big that aliens could exist anywhere and we wouldn't even know about it. I really don't think aliens exist for religious reasons. I believe that when God created us, we were the only ones. I don't think he can handle more than us. I know I certainly wouldn't be able to. So I don't aliens exist, but you might think that they do.