alien

I was sitting on the couch in the living room, pouring through an old sci-fi novel I__ found in one of the ruins, and I could hear the water bubbling as he cooked. The spaghetti smelled good, but I knew he__ probably put something crazy in it like popcorn or marshmallows, so I ignored my rumbling belly.

I don`t believe on them_but I am positive they exist.

Incase the title was misleading, this is the story of Qorth. He was an alien, but he was more normal, more boring, more goofy, and more ho-hum than any human I__ ever known . . . to the point that I sometimes wonder if he was really even an alien. To be fair, he did have __agical_ otherworldly powers and some weird traits, like pointed ears. It rained when he was sad. His eyes were solid black, which really creeped me out in the beginning but, eh, I got used to it. He had weird tastes in food, like he would put ketchup on pancakes, and animals were sock puppets to him. The night I found him, it was the animals who led me to him.

My people have known of your people for thousands of years,_ went on the alien, looking at me with those black eyes that glittered like the night sky. __e have watched you and studied you and never did we attempt contact. Why? Because we would be treated with the same hatred and violence you have shown your own people _ that is, until we had properly assimilated into the sprawling patchwork quilt of your culture. To your people, __ame_ has always meant good and __ifferent_ has always meant evil. . . . can you really blame my people for maintaining a safe distance?___ut thousands _ millions drowned!_ I insisted.

Yes' Simon nodded. 'This would suggest that these patterns grow inside the batteries until a critical point is reached, when the shapes develop no further, and the phone ceases to function.