Chronicles of Alien Dwellers

The visitor fell in love with a Κέδρος tree.

S/He watched them shiver, no doubt reliving the moment.

"We waited like that for awhile. Neither of us moved except for them gently rubbing my back up and down. When I told them I was ready to try more, they started pushing again. It was... it was insane.'

S/He finally looked over at them again and shook their head with a mix of pride and embarrassment. The motion swung their tentacles gently. "I saw God that night. By the time they finished with me, I was drooling into the pillow."

S/He nodded and downed the rest of their drink.

S/He slapped their arm and giggled. For the first time in a long while, s/he noticed how much brighter their eyes were when s/he laughed.

Some time later, the offspring set out to grow up. 

S/He pushed.

S/He wiggled. S/He pushed more.  

It didn't feel like they were getting anywhere. They kept trying though, each of them getting more and more excited. Then all of a sudden, a gigantic head popped inside them.

"I remember gasping and clawing at Vin'nyla's shoulders. I... I tensed up." 

S/He falls off having received an electric shock.

Wrong thing to do. It made things worse. S/He felt them straining and s/he waited patiently. 

That when s/he relaxed, it would start to feel good. S/He was totally right, of course.

S/He paused and had another sip of liquid courage. 

S/He was curious where it would all lead.

S/He sipped from their drink as that raunchy morsel sunk into their brain.

S/He was a soaking wet puddle of joy. 

S/He felt their tentacle sliding up along their thigh. S/He pushed forward slowly. So slowly.

It was ridiculous, like getting poked with a warm baseball bat.

The turbolift doors fail to open properly.

"If you ask me, ..." 

"We're bound to bump into each other all the time."

This feeling's mutual. 

A short time ago they surrendered themselves to the forces of the Galactic Society of Light. At this moment, they are in their protective custody. They assure them that theiy will be treated well as long as they co-operate with their demands. 

"I believe their sincerity." 

"Vin'nyla, what is it?"

"I cannot be sure."

"Does s/he seem familiar?"

S/He reminds them of someone they knew a long time ago.

"There was a young student, ...exceptionally gifted, ...possessing ...great intelligence. S/He was a revolutionary."

"What do you mean?"

"S/He embraced the animal passions of our ancestors."

"Fascinating fantasy."

A fantasy concocted by the dwellers at the Welcome Habistat.

"It is no fantasy! It is real. I tell you ...it exists!"

There are fundamental questions which they have asked ever since they first gazed at the stars and dreamed.

They are ruled by their emotions. They feel with their hearts. They make love with their hearts. They believe with their hearts.

And above all else, they believe in a place in which the questions of existence would be answered. 

Is the fragrance seller of Bhopal beautiful?

Some would say yes, others would assert that s/he's not beautiful per se. But most would agree that s/he is indeed a work of art. The question is, how do we know this?

Shooting space debris is great fun for The Visitors.

"We'll need all the power you can muster, Mister"

"Doesn't anything work here?"

"Get that damn light out of my face!"

"Why didn't you beep my communicator?"

"All I can say is they don't make 'em like they used to."

"You told me you could have it operational in two weeks. I gave you three. What happened?"

"I think you gave me too much time."

"...I could use a shower."

"Yes."

The next day

sun and shade, with a gentle cool breeze spells bliss.

They had fun.

"I feel guilty of inching closer you because you smell so good."

"You'll be glad to know there's plenty of science behind the desire to get a whiff." 

Chance encounter at the Welcome Habitat.

"How are you?"

"You smell very good."

"You too."