Paradise
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.
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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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