“You’re crazy,” said Jenna, my sister. “Don’t do it.”
“What else can I do? I don’t feel like I have a choice in the matter,” I replied.
“They give everyone a choice,” Jenna pointed out. “You just have to make the right one is all.”
They, meaning the aliens, didn’t make it quite as simple as that. As far as anyone could tell their idea of “right” versus “wrong” was completely arbitrary.
“I’m sorry,” I told Jenna. “I’ve made up my mind.”
She sighed. “Mom always said you were the stubbornest person ever born.”
“Let’s hope she was right.”
I thought of something that might ease her mind, if just a little.
“Remember the puppies?” I asked.
Jenna frowned, then smiled.
“You remember,” I said.
“Yes, I remember.” She sighed. “But this is different.”
“Not to me, it isn’t,” I said. “At the time, there was nothing more important to me than those puppies. Nothing. So…”
* * * * *
Everywhere I go I’m followed by a huge, impenetrable, invulnerable alien spaceship that hovers over me. I’m used to it now. It’s been so long now that it sometimes seems as if people have forgotten the terror the alien craft imbued in people wherever it appeared, all around the globe. Having your own personal pet alien spaceship makes life interesting. Everyone knows who I am now, but I’ve gotten used to that, too. For a while people avoided me, not that it would have necessarily protected them. But now, even though it is a curiosity, people just accept it and get on with their lives, and allow me to get on with mine.
* * * * *
Ten years ago, on a bright and clear, but cold, morning the aliens zapped the Mayor of Chattanooga, Tennessee. One moment he was there, and the next… zap! He disappeared in a flash. Needless to say, this struck fear into the hearts of civic leaders everywhere, and here’s why:
No one could touch the aliens. Nothing worked against their ships, not bombs, not bullets, not lasers, not sonic beams, not kamikaze attacks, not prayer, not nuclear missiles, not eternal optimism, not brass balled guts-n-glory tough guy attitude, not chanting, not late night talk show humor… nothing. The aliens could go anywhere and do whatever they wanted, to whomever they wanted, whenever they wanted. Humanity as a whole was being treated like a dog by an abusive owner, one minute being rewarded and treated kindly, the next being kicked hard in the ribs for no reason whatsoever. It was exceedingly stressful. Prescriptions for anxiety and depression shot through the roof.
* * * * *
So that’s the setting for this recounting of one moment during the darkest of dark ages in our history. We all saw how some survived and others didn’t, apparently by pure, random chance.
* * * * *
The aliens gave each of us a choice, but not always the same choice. Senator Lackley (D-Montana) had to choose between himself and a puppy. He chose himself and nothing happened to either him or the puppy. Following that example, Chattanooga’s Mayor Jackson, asked to choose between himself and an old man, chose himself and we know what happened to him. Then it was that African warlord’s turn to decide between himself and one of his wives. Of course he chose the wife and the aliens obliterated her and him.
It happened all over the world and no one could stop it; no one could do anything about it. Everyone agreed we were being tested, but no one could figure out what the test meant. World leaders pleaded live on the air, on the radio and television from mountain tops and the marble steps of official buildings, asking them why. They got no response, and the testing didn’t stop.
A CEO of an oil company was told to choose between his wife and his twin sister. He agonized over it for days before replying with a bullet to his own brain. The alien zapped the twin sister, but allowed the wife to live. The message was clear: killing yourself was not a way out.
That one got me thinking, though.
* * * * *
Somehow, I knew they’d get to me. Don’t ask me why. I just knew. It was a feeling that built and built inside me until one day I stepped out of my office and saw the ship hovering overhead. My first thought was, why me? They’d done it to tribal chiefs with less than three hundred followers as well as religious leaders with millions. But me, I was just the CEO of a small start-up with five employees, zero sales, and a high burn rate.
* * * * *
“It’s not just you,” Jenna said. “It’s me, too.”
“I know that, but think about it… if I say, ‘zap me’ they’re just as likely to zap you or even someone else. There’s no rhyme or reason to it at all, you know that.”
Now she nodded. She remembered Colombia’s President, who chose himself to die (this was right after the South African President did the same, and the aliens zapped South Africa’s Prime Minister instead; some theorized it was because he happened to be standing next to the President at that moment). In Colombia, the aliens zapped all the children under the age of five. Colombia descended into chaos, the President was lynched, and very little news has come out of that country since.
“I know, I just… I’m just scared is all.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“You don’t seem scared,” she said.
“Well, I am. I’m terrified. I mean, I think I have it figured out, but I could be wrong. There are a lot of people out there who are a lot smarter than me who haven’t figured it out yet.”
“Yeah, but… do you think… can you really do it?”
I scratched my chin, narrowed my eyes and grinned, all a put-on to make her laugh, ease her mind.
“If anyone can do this, I can.” I knew my own mind well enough to believe that.
* * * * *
See, the aliens, apparently, could read minds. That was the scary part. Some people thought that explained why they did what they did, why they zapped who they zapped. Maybe the President of Colombia secretly hated small children and the aliens simply tapped into his true feelings.
But I had that covered.
* * * * *
“It’s time,” I told Jenna. She looked tired. Neither one of us had slept a wink, but she had been worrying herself sick all night.
“Just in case,” she said, “I wanted to tell you… I’ve always been proud to have you as my brother.”
“I know,” I said. “And I couldn’t have asked for a better big sis.”
“If this doesn’t work, I’m still proud of you for at least trying.”
We hugged, and went out to stand before the lights and cameras of the media, beneath the silent, hovering alien craft.
* * * * *
Two days later, nothing had changed. The media still huddled outside, the alien ship still hovered overhead, and my sister and I were still alive.
“I think it’s working,” Jenna said, smiling nervously as she pushed aside the curtains to peer up at the spaceship. She let the curtains fall and looked at me, concerned. “You think you can really do it?”
“You know me as well as anyone,” I said. “What do you think?”
Her nervous smile turned into a grin as she remembered an incident from our childhood.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked.
“The puppies,” she replied.
I had to smile. I had been given a choice between two puppies, a lab mix and a husky. I didn’t want to choose because I was afraid of what might happen to the one I didn’t pick. So I simply refused to choose. I didn’t beg for both, my father had expressly forbidden that.
Finally, someone else adopted them, and they both wound up in a happy home together just a few blocks from our house. I used to ride my bike over and play with them before we moved away.
“I wonder,” Jenna said, looking out the window, up at the alien ship again.
“I wonder if they’ll ever go away; and if they don’t… will we ever get used to them?”