(The Woman) She wonders what can be beyond our stratosphere. Beings passed our belittled advancements. The surveyors fail to find evidence of any existing esse or, so they tell us.
Do they have senses similar to us? If so, they should experience this pillowy grass accompanied by world opening shrooms. Have they spoken their own language? They need to hear our poetic voices of power. Have they created leisure activities? They should partake in head ramming sports of tactics we possess. So much we can teach them of us to return with.
The universe makes us insignificant as we should be. An entire system of planets, stars, moons and, the father of it all the sun. The perfect combination of spiritual and cosmic energy, amazing we are allowed to see it. Just don't cross its fiery fence for we may not survive. What if we humans really know nothing of what's beyond our eyes. Scientists barely comprehend the full human body how can one grasp the vast information of our creators. I must research for myself.
(The Prince) They believe their world interest us, it does not. We have what we need right here and, if we don't we travel to another spacial land to retrieve it. There are many life forms of said planet earth but none we are interested in domesticating but I do wonder of the taste. The girl lays on the foreign land staring up almost like she knows we are here. Like the blind in a familiar setting.
We sent items of welcome peace they send nothing in return but footprints and, old technology. The number of times we discarded the useless metal. I suggested to my king we greet the clueless forms in person, he hesitates. Why would the king listen to a mere prince boy who only but so old in age? I will myself. My young mind can withhold limitless facts.
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The Shrooms
Science FictionA short series of a woman of earth and a man of another planet who take it upon themselves to travel to each other's planet in hopes of learning more about the outer world race of life.
