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

vehicle we walk to his hunting grounds and talk during the way. His passion for the outside environment has him very excited. His body language supersedes his explaination. "See fella being out in nature is how a real man should experience life. Killing for the sport and trophy of knowing you tooken down the beast." Then in the open, backed up against some boulders, he aims at a four-legged creature with a verocious appearance. Hank closes one eye. With his weapon on the beast, he fires. Boom!!! "You see that Ebe. I shot that Jag from a mile away. Come on lets go get it". With wild movement in his legs he goes to investigate his kill. "Look at that. Got it right in the heart. That bastard didn't even see it coming". With Hank as the leader. I ask the usual question in this situation. "So are we going to cook and eat it. Isn't that why we killed it". He looks at me and releases a guffaw sound of laughter. "Ha ha ha ha! Hell fella we don't eat no Jag. Just want to keep and display that for show". I ponder this for a moment. Why kill an animal with no food value? Is it for sure amusement and entertainment? He picks up the dead animal and stuffs it into his stack. We head back to his house to prepare the trophy. When we enter the kitchen he puts the animal on the counter. He places the gun against the table, in a hazardous way. Since our walk back he was showing pain through the grinding of his teeth. Knowing of something wrong with him I still continue to talk to him on the way back. Not bringing up the fact he showed pain. My feelings on Hank's new behavior are joyous and glad he had the chance to release some energy. He brings me close to the dead animal showing me the careful way to skin it. He starts to grab his side as he is coughing. He takes out a hankie from his back pocket, spitting the discharge into the hankie. When putting it into his pocket, traces of blood were apparent on the hankie. Once again I kept this to myself, so not to arise a different mood in Hank. His careful explanation reveals my good student nature toward him. Like this even brings him back to time with his son. Soon he puts the knife down and leaves the carcass on the counter. He then walks pass me into the living room heading upstairs. "Hey fella kind of feeling tired, going to head upstairs to take a nap. Hey if you want to eat the Jag it ain't going to bother me". He goes to his room and closes the door behind him. "Alright Hank.....I'll be down here when you wake up"! I extend the volume of my voice in hope he heard me through the door. I roam around the living room trying to busy my mind. I have nothing else to do except go back to my research but told Hank I'll be here when he wakes up. I wonder around and see a device with a disc ontop and activate it. I begin to hear the needle touch the disc and a singing voice is heard in my ears. I sit back in the chair and try to enjoy the sounds these humans listen to. After awhile just looking at nothing I fall asleep.
Waking up to the sound of the needle hitting the edge of the disc. I yawned scatching my head. Why did the music stop? I'm trying to figure out why it didn't reset itself? I find out from examination its a recording of the human singing on the disc. Fascinated by such primitive technology. I turn the disc over locating more possible recording. I hear more music being played and stretch for a moment. I head into the kitchen expecting Hank cooking some eggs and bacon again but he is no were in sight. I call his name. "Hank are you up yet". I go outside thinking he might be outside feeding the livestock or doing his usual work duties. Same results out here. So I return back into the house and run up the stairs to wake him up. Walking and hunting might have made him exhausted and could still be in bed? "Hank are you in your room. I'm coming in so don't be alarm". I open the door and enter his room. He is sleeping by the looks of it and then I notice his chest isn't rising with breath. I hurry to his side trying to figure out the cause. I put my head on his chest. It reveals no beat. So with their knowledge in mind I perform attempts to save his life. I pound on his chest in hope of waking his heart. Several pounds on his heart doesn't work. I use my energy within to electrocute a heartbeat and get his lungs air. A minor shock to his heart. I do this several times, pushing more energy on every attempt. My efforts at saving his life have failed. I was too late. He must have died in his sleep. It could be possible he died that moment he went to his room. I take his hand to feel the last warmth of his body. Experience one last brief moment. I pull the sheet over his face and something falls from his hand. Its the medal I gave to him earlier. I'm moved by the fact he kept it in his hand till he died. Taking the medal off the ground I pull the sheet back over to put the medal around his neck. I exit the room with a feeling of emotion express in tears I can't produce. One heart in my body begins to ache from the lost of Hank. Since my encounter with Hank McDermont I can honestly say that he was a good friend of mine. Back home we will enshine him as the first ambassador of Krajiny or as I know now as Earth. His contact with me was brief but a good experience. These memories I will store in my mind to view later back home.


Chapter 4
"The Transformation Begins"

Before I commit Hank's body to the ground I put on a simple ceremony in his honor. A ritual his people do when someone special dies. In the casket I have buried certain belongings that were important to Hank. If there is such thing as life after death, he'll have items of memory to take with him. I also at this time need to measure, scan, and collect data from Hank's body so I can begin transformation into a human. Internally I'll still be alien but externally my appearance will be human to those who view me. Mentally I'll process more mind power then their smartest human, but physical limitations will be present. My body has a natural sunblock to keep my skin from being burnt by the amass protonic force the sun pours on the Earth. Since I'll be human their skin will not tolerate such radiance. Wearing clothes is one of many things they use to protect their sensative skin from the dangers of UV rays. Also hats are worn to protect ones head surrounding the mind. My strength will decrease and must build mass in the new body to gain that ability. This procedure will take alot of preparations until I can begin metamorphosis into my new body. I must eat and drink plenty when I begin the decoding sequence. Much lab work must pursue to get the human DNA within understanding. So our skins can bond together. Human skin will mold around my alien skin creating a suit. Only consequence for morphing is that the suit won't come off while I'm here. Its a one way procedure that can only be undone back on the homeworld. This metamorphosis will resemble the stages of a insect, with skins beginning to intwine as molting will shed off the layers that harden around until....well it's pretty complicated. Anyway my "costume" will look human and show physical human traits including bleeding, sweat, and other discharges that exist out the human body. I will have to learn more about the human anatomy and what to expect. Some of their characteristics are alien to me and must memic human expressions to act more like them. Speech will approve over time as I'll communicate more with their species.
Unforturately I wasn't born with human feelings or emotions. Smiling, sadness, and madness aren't part of are facial features. Our ordinary appearance make us unapproachable to some and they get confused on our attentions. Over time I will have to learn about these human emotions. With the samples collected from Hank's body I bury him into the ground. Closely absorbing his face into my mind, watching him as I pile the dirt ontop. That will be the last time I see Hank. I place a symbol of his burial place. Maybe one day I'll visit him and pay my regards to the open generosity he showed me? I return to my quarters and start analyzing the DNA code. It will be a slow progression until the easy part begins. These samples will carefully be tested making sure everything is nearly a match. Sometimes when we don't get the right code and proceed with the metamorphosis it can exploit defects that could give us away. While the computer systems test the code, I head to my bed. A wondering stare at the ceiling, remembering the details of the brief friendship with Hank. Also while I'm waiting, this will give me time to form a story of believability about Hank's departure. I have no idea about who regularly checks up on Hank or if he has any other relatives that might be worry about him. As much as I want to reside here. I can't dwell here for long. My security given by Hank has died with him. If somebody does check on him they should know about his departure. So proper notification can spend around. With this notification of his death. I have some time to vacant the premises. Mind is still puzzled about his wife and what happen to her? There wasn't time to ask. Its better some stories aren't told. Only knowing it could bring up horrible trauma. Maybe the reason he never had any pictures in his room? Something he was trying to put behind him. Why did he stay so isolated from others? With his son and companion gone there wasn't any meaning to life for him. Maybe he did know about his cancer? It felt like he was waiting for someone like me. To enter his life and give meaning to the big picture above him.
I wake up and look at the screen to check the results.....the computer is still analyzing and doing a second test. I decide to go outside and tend to the duties my friend Hank would be doing if he was here. I still have questions that he could answer for me. Never really knew the man for who he was. How he was here one day and gone the next. With the computer still testing I think about a story to piece together. An alibi as they call it to explain myself when I turn human. Sooner or later somebody is going to check up on the property. The police have been out here before. I have to be careful. To this day I still fear those vehicles will return again to take me as they did the navigator and pilots. Even every step I took from that night of the crash still scares me the most. Its been over a few months now since I arrive here.