Okay, so as much as I love the humans are horrifying thing, there is one thing that bugs me. It seems like in fiction whenever other beings find out about our history, they end up getting all horrified and bring up the whole “are we worth saving” thing (looking at you 5th element). And that’s a valid point, human history is scary. But it always seems like we’re always the only ones out there like that.
There’s got to be some other race who wars constantly and is no stranger to interspecies violence and who upon reading our files just sort of shrugs and goes “yeah. Same.”
We may be scary but we can’t be the only ones, right?
Sunshine, like love.
I’ve seen the truth, Mulder. Now what I want are the answers. (strip; insp)
Almost everything we look at with regard to the Moon does not fit any known natural method of formation. Either our neighbor is artificial, or it is not. Scientists everywhere continue to find oddities that strongly indicate artificial origin. To form an object the size of our Moon requires physics, engineering and materials manufacturing technology far beyond anything we can imagine today.
Hey kids let’s get meta for a moment.
Let’s say aliens are real, and let’s say we communicate with them, and let’s say they find out about this weird internet thing where humans write little mini stories about future human interactions with aliens.
Can you imagine how fucking confused and concerned they would be? These two-legged assholes who were so enamored with the concept of meeting other intelligent species, even though for the longest time they had NO CONCLUSIVE PROOF that said other species exist, that they wrote stories about those other species, to the point of making up creatures and systems of mood communication and names for their made up aliens?
Which brings me to my Great Theory About The Purpose Of Storytelling: it’s practice. We tell stories about that time we had the flu really bad to practice getting the flu with our friends so we all know how to properly manage the symptoms. We tell stories about our children to practice dealing with their unpredictability. We tell stories about war and famine and pestilence to practice dealing with disaster. And we tell stories about aliens to practice etiquette for dealing with aliens.
We tell stories of our own ferocity and ingenuity to practice for the day we have to either defend our planet or invite ourselves into an alliance. We tell stories of our aggressive pack-bonding to practice bonding with creatures that are literally alien to us. We tell stories about trading chores for passage on space ships to practice Just Because They’re Aliens Doesn’t Mean You Can Be Rude.
And of course, if we can practice bonding and cooperating with creatures that may not even breathe oxygen, we can practice bonding and cooperating with each other.
Marilyn Manson & Twiggy dressed as ghosts
I WOULD RATHER HAVE A MIND OPENED BY WONDER THAN ONE CLOSED BY BELIEF
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