Disclaimer: The following has been to translated to English from the alien language $#&#@, spoken by the aliens that are alien to our planet Earth, hence called alien. For the ones interested in the original copy, please do not contact the writer, as he is not a sociopath, nor insecure, and not at all sarcastic.
Four
The Voyager 1234 hurtled through the great expanses of space. It mimicked a vehicle from our future, though its passengers were not us. They were aliens on a mission, sent by their international surveillance agency Problems Of Outer Planets Inquiry, shortened to POOPI. For centuries the aliens had rummaged the entire multiverse for life, but had to wait centuries more for their technology to coincide with their objective.
And now with the best brains on board, the much anticipated spaceship now hurtled through the expanses of comets, planets, stars, black holes and wormholes. Their ship only had one destination, a far-away planet they called POOPI World. The captain and his crew of six flew through the huge fields of darkness, where any light was snatched away by the hungry black holes, all stars a faint distant glimmer of hope and all planets spherical fusions of colour. But none of them spoke of life or hope like their destination did.
The captain briefed the crew members of their new finding.
‘….cows, sheep, lambs, horses, and humans. But there is this new invasive species that is taking over this POOPI world. They are almost everywhere on POOPI World…’
‘Coronavirus.’ An alien called out
‘INDIANS!’ the captain corrected. ‘Coronavirus dies out, but Indians are here to stay. And they multiply faster than virus.’
The speakers blared as the captain spoke.
‘Hello passengers this is the captain speaking. We are approaching the planet POOPI World. It is filled with plants, water and Indians. Just kidding, it is low on water. Please look through the windows for more info.’
But interruptions never ceased.
‘Hey And75a, wake up alien, we are here. Hey And75a… oh no what have you done?’
The sleepy co-pilot had accidently poured nice cuppa on the huge sets of buttons and keys (typical plane crash scenario). The Voyager went round and round till it hit a red planet close to POOPI world.
A beautiful flash of flames set in, and one lone alien was thrown by the explosion into the red abyss.
His eyes now looked on helplessly as the flames devoured his kind mercilessly.
I need to leave.
His eyes fell on the blue planet.
But how?
And it must have been luck, because there was no way the Mars probe could purposely steer itself into his line of sight.
The alien’s spirit rejoiced.
I am coming for you, POOPI World.
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