First Contact
Posted by THE COLLECTIVE in aliens, races, running
WE are here. WE have always been here. WE are many yet WE are one.
WE have recently risen from slumber. WE can still remember willing OURselves to this remote part of the orient during the time there was a plague of bubo in the British Isles. Terrible times they were. So WE've withdrawn myself from the affairs of men. Until now.
Once, WE used to crown kings for nations, bring empires to an abrupt end or just plain meddle with the visions of prophets. WE have our mood swings, yes.
WE have always been fascinated by human competition. For centuries, WE have observed humans competing for food, territory and survival amongst other things. But what sets apart humans from most animals is competing for the sake of competition. Who can stay longer under water? Who can use the spear better? Who can run faster?
The sport of Distance Running in Manila is indeed quite fascinating these times. WE take sadistic pleasure in watching men and women pound the concrete streets with their rubber made shoes for 6, 10, 26 miles or more. Some of them smile as they run, but most of them look in pain. Gasping for air. Limping in pain. Baked in the stifling heat. Such misery they put themselves into. Human folly? WE do not know.
WE are intrigued by the emotions that a runner feels when crossing the finish line. Is it relief? Accomplishment? Resignation? Once again, WE do not know.
WE will find out.
From this point on, WE will take on the appearance of homo sapiens. WE will seem like normal carbon-based life-forms to everybody. WE will be the lady at the grocery store, the guy at the gym, your next door neighbor, your Spanish 101 classmate. WE will be everywhere.
WE will be running with you on your practice runs. Racing with you on Sundays. Bumping into you at running seminars.
We will run.
WE have recently risen from slumber. WE can still remember willing OURselves to this remote part of the orient during the time there was a plague of bubo in the British Isles. Terrible times they were. So WE've withdrawn myself from the affairs of men. Until now.
Once, WE used to crown kings for nations, bring empires to an abrupt end or just plain meddle with the visions of prophets. WE have our mood swings, yes.
WE have always been fascinated by human competition. For centuries, WE have observed humans competing for food, territory and survival amongst other things. But what sets apart humans from most animals is competing for the sake of competition. Who can stay longer under water? Who can use the spear better? Who can run faster?
The sport of Distance Running in Manila is indeed quite fascinating these times. WE take sadistic pleasure in watching men and women pound the concrete streets with their rubber made shoes for 6, 10, 26 miles or more. Some of them smile as they run, but most of them look in pain. Gasping for air. Limping in pain. Baked in the stifling heat. Such misery they put themselves into. Human folly? WE do not know.
WE are intrigued by the emotions that a runner feels when crossing the finish line. Is it relief? Accomplishment? Resignation? Once again, WE do not know.
WE will find out.
From this point on, WE will take on the appearance of homo sapiens. WE will seem like normal carbon-based life-forms to everybody. WE will be the lady at the grocery store, the guy at the gym, your next door neighbor, your Spanish 101 classmate. WE will be everywhere.
WE will be running with you on your practice runs. Racing with you on Sundays. Bumping into you at running seminars.
We will run.
