"After Roswell" - A.H. Roberts (the gingerbread man read aloud txt) 📗

entire location. If the power of will exist inside me. Hope is just around the corner. Eventually my persistance will lead me away from this world. Wish I had my ship right now. These humans have barely made attempts to launch out of their planet's atmosphere. If trapped here. I'll have to envolve with these humans in hopes advancements come forward. Mental conflictions about giving up entirely and live out my last days on this world. Deep inside my mind a voice still persuades me to remain calm. That oppourtunities come your way for a reason. Sit and wait is a game I must play. Being patient as the ship draws near. At night when the radio station is closed for operation I will transmit the message as they pass by. With plenty of food in stock. I can hunker inside the house. Never taking anymore then several steps from the screen.
Sipping on coffee kept my eyes from falling. Was afraid to sleep. Thought I miss a possible signal from the unknown ship. Looking at the command screen reveals no response. No premonition if their coming any closer or have they left the system for good. I'm sure in time they'll make some kind of connection. Alerting me to their presence. Awaiting for coordinates and detail information to be transmitted. Entering the bathroom I stare into the mirror. I splash some water on my face. Trying to peer through the human face to unmasked the alien one underneath. Impossible. Because being human for this long doesn't reveal anything of my true nature. Maybe I'll stay in human form to make my people more comfortable for our future meeting. More adjusted. Envolved to a point that turning back into a alien might be strange for me. Unable to adapt in my own environment is something that dwells in my mind. Could I be my former self again? Will my people even accept me back into their society that I've long forgotten? Questions that surface all the time. It bothers me. Sometimes I try not to bring up such topics. But its want being human is about. Feelings and emotions which develops an individual. Missing qualities that have been absent in my people for milenna now. A famous human scientist known as Charles Darwin opened the window on evolution. He noted that traits are passed from generation to generation. A reason why humans have became the dominate force on Earth. Helps them overcome future problems that might wipe them from existence. Becoming immune to disease,climate change, and protection from predators. Reasonable intelligence became their evolutionary conquest. I myself will have to envolve like other creatures over the years, including my people. Learning to adapt in my situation has kept me alive in this changing world that I've learn to call home. If I get rescued. My time here on Earth will be remember only as a long hazardous vacation. Memories of good and bad events. Which have made me mentally more stronger. Dealing with lost, tragedy, and love has built up strength inside me physically. I'm ready for the next adventure. The finishing touches that will end my story here on this planet. The stories I've told about my explorations to distant places. This one will be the best one. A story with no monsters, global conflicts, or destruction. But one that will help my people gain something which was lost. I have gain huge amounts of information by blending into their culture. Hopefully when I come back. I'll be able to return the favor. Handing them down knowledge for obtaining some of theirs. Its still early in the day. But I can feel the night approaching soon. As the Sun moves in the blue sky. It hurries me to begin my departure. I gather certain items for the trip back home. Only items of certain importance will come with me. I'll bury or store the rest near this location for future retrival. Can't believe tonight is the night I'll finally go back home.
Its late afternoon and most of my equipment is ready. Now I prepare for the transmission. Just to make sure the message is sent clearly out to the passing ship. My comm systems will be assemble outside. When night becomes dominate. It will be the marker to start comm system procedures. Until then. I'll double-check all the equipment for perfect operation. No room for any mistakes. This is my last ditch effort to get out of here. Only wish there was time to make a visit to Hank's grave. Tell him about my accomplishments and people I've meant. Such a visit will have to wait when I return with my people. Important for them to know about this man and how he help me. Hank gave me the resources to live here in perfect comfort. Opening his home and heart to a stranger from another planet. Not caring about my attentions or plans. I could of been a intergalactic mogul that wanted to destroy humanity. But Hank wasn't that naive. He knew of my arrival here was not to harm humans. That I was lost and disoriented to comprehend what was around me at the time. Hank could of killed me. Even after I treated his illness. Hank turned to be civil. Soon a alliance build up between us. Two different species exchanging information that could answer some of our questions . Many people back home have a common path on survival. That we should form societies together instead of destroying them. Protect galactic stablity from others who wish to disrupt it. Uniting for one purpose and goal. Why I'm so desperate to leave this planet? This world is heading toward some dangerous altercations. Its important I get to my people. Been receiving transmissions from military channels. About war between nations. That its the prelude for future deadly events. Can't go into detail on the topics discuss over the lines. It could have negative results if I interfere or pass such information along. With the technological advancements being created. Many are leaning on the development of deadly weapons. Even more horrific than Hiroshima. They could use the new technology for better energy to power their society. Instead they will continue to use fossil fuels and non-renewable resources. Eventually that will run out sooner then they think. This will have a crippling effect. It will destroy everything they have built. Only solution to these problems is a galactic intervention. A visit from my people will help humans survive for generations. Spending their culture beyond their homeworld. Colonizing and settling new planets for better resources. But also preserving human culture throughout the galaxy. Without these goals. The human race will continue to live a lonely life of existence. When there is no purpose in life. There is no purpose in living. Besides a lonely, sorry existence. There are races that have became a galactic nuisance. In certain cases. Our species have committed genocide of an entire civilization. With careful consideration. Those who suffer the faint of our massive energy weapon was for the safety of other cultures. Our common "enemies" had no central governments for any peaceful resolution. We had to eradicate the species who pose a threat to galactic peace. Hard to let such a sight leave one's eyes. I gave commands to eliminate our enemies whole history. Wiping generations from the cosmic life branch. No longer do I give such orders.
Finally the night has arrived. As pieces of the comm systems are installed outside. I carefully point the antenna at the direction of the possible ship cruising through. Using the telescopic lense I built. I aim it at the planet Jupiter. This lense is too low in magnification to zoom in on the ship. But aligns the antenni more accurately. It will take a few hours to start-up the systems for transmission. The comm systems will have to build up strength for a message to be transmitted. Every nut and bolt must be properly connected for stablity. I've double-check all parts and devices for any defects. I even go over the set-up a third time. Just to make sure everything is operating at hundred percent. The command screen has flickered on. Its waiting for the power generator to reach full strength. Typing commands onto the screen. I pivet the tripod to observe the mechanisms. All systems are insync, completing the run-through procedures. At this point nothing can stop me now. Only the superior beings who created the universe can hault my progress. Bad luck doesn't follow you twice. It can't right? Some good has to come out of all this. All the planning and pressure for this very moment. It took the life and blood from my body. Mental fatigue has blossum. As from this point. I'm unable to conjured up any other options. Smart as I might be. Limitations have reach their max. Resources around are slim to none for the technology that I need. If I did obtain such materials. It would just be simple enough to build a ship. Blast myself as far as I it would take me. At least in space. It brings me more closer than just being stranded on Earth. With the comm systems powered- up. I initiate ventilation system. Which releases positive energentic particles. Detectable from space. This gives them my position of were the signal is transmitting from. Until full power is at peak strength. This energy from the device acts like a beacon. Keeps the rescue ship on course, getting near the Earth's orbit. At that moment. A message will be sent out. Then it all depends on the response from the ship. Do they follow the signal or pass on through the system? If they leave the system. I can only imagine if the message had been received. It be better if the ship makes a landing. Don't feel like having more stress building ontop of me. With hard consentration on the screen. I balance the power. Keep the systems in check. After several minutes. A code sequence appears. It has inform me that the first tower is waiting for commands. Soon the other towers will engage in operation. Still a possibility looms. That comm systems can become overloaded. Ending the whole rescue attempt. Another code appears on the command screen. It appears the devices at the radio station are operating. The power gauge is rising, building even more strength. Acceleration of the power has the generator rumbling, becoming unstable. Status report has the system still in safe operation. I type a sequence into the CPU sending out echo wave patterns to detect the approaching ship. I carefully observe the instruments. Make sure all systems are fuctional. I build doubt in myself. A shadow full of it. Which has cast over my mind. Can the systems hold out long enough for the message to transmit?
Still watching the command screen. For a bounce back from the echoe wave pattern. At first, only a small response. Now the wave pattern is being received faster. Alerting me that the ship is drawing near, even accelerating in speed. Soon all towers are connected and waiting for transmission. Signal and power strength our strong enough. As more instability is visible from the generator. Because the other towers never got connected. There isn't a smooth transition of power. This has the chance for overload. You must take action and pounce on oppourtunities that land your way. I take a quick peak at the meters. Danger levels are at minimal. Which is good for me to press the command key, sending the message. I'm just being patient on the ships orbital approach. All equipment is running. Devices at the station our operating like they should. Another gander at the danger levels shows a slight increase in the gauge. But no use of stopping now. I keep the comm systems at full power. I walk over to the generator