Saturday, September 29, 2012



                In a garbled voice the alien said to his crew mate while trying to stay calm: “We’re approaching the surface too fast, there’s no way we can make a smooth landing.”

                The other alien responds with: “Initiate padded landing, we’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

                The ship crashes at high speeds. The path the aliens took was too close to the surface of Earth, they were trying to find the planet Prizen but were caught in Earth’s gravitational pull and couldn’t escape it.


                Three soldiers trudged through a field and come across the crashed ship. They slowly entered the mangled craft through a giant, gaping, hole and look around, scanning the large interior. There were many wall mounted instruments, far more advanced than anything created on Earth, but the soldiers didn’t seem to understand the full impact of their find. They crouched down in order to enter the cockpit. Their sleep deprived state didn’t allow them to take everything in; they didn’t see the two, approximately four foot tall, aliens dead on the floor. The aliens’ blue skin was punctured by  airborne debris as a result of the crash. They had two severe head injuries, green blood was spilled on the floor. The soldiers left the ship and continued on their mission. They made it into the nearby woods and were caught in an ambush; the three weary soldiers were killed instantly by gun fire.

                The field and nearby woods were soon saturation bombed by enemy air craft, destroying the space ship along with everything else.

                Stowed away in a hidden compartment, in the disintegrated ship, was a map. Not just an ordinary paper map. If recovered and studied, the map would lead the way to a perfect, serene paradise. The aliens were on their way to such a place but made a wrong turn.

                The war of man clouded the invaluable find lodged in the ship. It was almost comical how the war for a better world shrouded the map to an already perfect civilization, no one needed to die to find it, maybe just the aliens who tried to follow it. The paradise planet of Prizen will not be found for many more years, until some other being will find the maps planted throughout the universe.

                The creatures of Prizen realized their good fortune while the planet was initially built. That’s right, built. The builders were a humanoid species who thought of just about everything. Large enough surface area to accommodate millions of generations of organisms, and plenty of food and sunlight. The builders didn’t think to recruit extra planetary organisms to their paradise planet. The inhabitants of Prizen thought of that all on their own. They realized their good fortune and sent out maps for others to find their home. Little did they know of the fate of other, naturally occurring planets. War consumed all, or almost all. The natural path of civilization was to succumb to war to resolve one’s differences. If only there was better funding for other habitable places. The creatures of Prizen retained their hope. Eventually someone will find their paradise and they will be rewarded.   

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