SFSD-X Smackdown Challenge ✔️

1.4 The Endless Summer Of Love (Blue)

4 - Blue

It took Thomas a full minute to realize that the creature in front of him was real and not some dressed up soldier who was part of one of Matteo's macabre jokes. Overall, he looked human if one ignored his blue skin and hairless skull.

"He looks like a damn smurf," Thomas muttered.

Jenna turned around and clapped excitedly. "He is adorable. Can we keep him?"

This got Alvin's attention who observed the prisoner through Rebecca's parted hair. "Don't touch him. His skin is probably poisonous. It's like those exotic frogs - the more colorful ones are the most dangerous."

Thomas poked in the smurf's direction but stopped himself before making contact. "Can he talk?"

Matteo nodded. "Yes. He said he is a doctor with some Russian name. I bet he's a spy."

One of the other guests had turned off the music and Thomas was aware that all eyes were upon him. He chewed his lip, unsure what to do.

The smurf decided to speak up. "As your friend said, I'm a research scientist who wants to explore the island. I mean you no harm. Feel free to carry on..." He hesitated for a moment, glancing around. "Carry on with whatever you were doing. I simply want to observe."

Thomas glared at him. "We are not some type of research rats you can experiment on. This is a US Marine base."

The smurf grinned. "The United States of America lost the war twenty five years ago and is no longer an independent nation. All that is left is the Federal Planetarian Alliance. Your kind has learned to work together, for the planet's sake. We just stay in the background to ensure you guys play nice."

Now Thomas was sure that the smurf was pulling his leg. "Sure," he grinned. "And you are an alien, right? I heard that NASA has plans to fly to the moon so I'm sure they found you there."

It was meant as sarcasm but the smurf took him seriously. "There are no life forms on the moon and I'm actually from Lontorra, a planet that is a few hundred light years away and has an atmosphere very similar to Earth. We are interstellar peacekeepers, like the United Nations in your times."

Thomas snorted, this dude must have watched too many Star Trek episodes. He was totally delusional. His blue skin was likely a lab experiment gone wrong like in 'The Invisible Man' and he was not willing to accept that he looked like a total freak.

He still decided to play along since he found the situation rather amusing. "And from which time are you exactly?"

The smurf is not rattled. "It is the year 2815."

Thomas nodded. "This makes a lot of sense." He looked around the room. "Hey guys, guess what. We slept through the last eight hundred or so years and missed how the world went up in flames."

The laughter is sparingly and Thomas decided to add on. "Aliens rule the world now, like smurf here." He gazed at the prisoner. "Tell us, smurf, what else has changed?"

He lit a joint and took a good drag, blowing the smoke right into the blue face.

The smurf coughed, his face twisting in pain. "Tabaco has been outlawed, together with alcohol. People live in compounds since the air quality is so bad and breeding is controlled due to the many sexual transmitted diseases that killed off half the population."

This time, the laughter was forthcoming when Thomas glanced around in triumph. "Not sure how you all feel about him but I think he's a total nut. What should we do with him?"

Aurora, the bar owner who had been standing behind the counter with her arms folded in front of her chest, spoke up first. "I suggest we keep him, Colonel, and stick him right here into a cage for everyone's amusement. His stories are better than the Carol Burnett Show."

Thomas had to agree. "Yeah, let's do that." He turned back to Jenna, her lips already pursed for the next kiss. Twice, he was interrupted before he could get his needs met and it would not happen a third time today. "Aurora, you're in charge of the smurf. Do with him as you please."

The redhead laughed. "Aye, aye, Coronel."

After that, there was only skin on skin for Thomas, the smurf forgotten. Who truly needed comedy in the summer of 1967 when there were girls and endless love?