by bob county
Milkweed survey: Lush vegitation
Natives passive and primative
Vast water supplies
Tachina rubbed her thighs together nervously. She was hidden
deep in the many chambers of the spherical spaceship. Tachina
raised her long antenea and called to her mate Milkweed:
"Is it safe? I want to be with you!"
Milkweed replied there are some dangers, but we are strong enough
to overcome them. Tachina spread her eight translucent wings with
excitiment and flew from their home for so many years. Milkweed
sprung up from the field he surveyed and flew up to his bride.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Frank squinted at what he thought were turkeys. Chris walked up
beside him, "What the hell is that?" Frank shook his head poked
the green remains of Milkweed and Tachina, "Looks like huge locus."
"I'm hungry, do you have a sandwich?" Chris queried. "Why don't
you bring your own lunch?" Frank bellowed and picked up one of
the alien traveler's grasshopper legs. Chris took a bite out one the
alien's legs, "Taste like chicken." Frank shook his head slowly and
Reflection: Who is to decide what is intelligence?