My Encounter with Aliens

Amidst the impending revelations about UFOs in the files of the USA government, I believe that I should come forward with my own story. 

 Some years ago in Kenya's Masai Mara, I encountered a group of female aliens on a women's retreat.  I greeted them—they were not green but black with pink poke-a-dots—and was impressed with their level of English.  I noticed that they had four arms and boldly asked about this.  'You have seen how challenging it is for a mother to handle children at the grocery store or cook dinner at home while watching the baby, right?'  'Yes, I answered.'  'Well, we are a higher form of life than earthly beings, as our four arms clearly attest.'  'Ah,' I said, ‘clearly so.’  I didn’t want to ask about the poke-a-dots, but I am sure that they matter.

 'And tell me, how many genders do you have in your world?'  The whole group stared at me and blinked for a minute.  'I mean,' I continued, 'we reproduce with males and females but are involved in a conversation on earth about there possibly being a number of other genders.'  As I said this, I wondered how alien this might be to them. 

 At last, one of them responded. 'Civilization is not built on a reception or promotion, however compassionately motivated, of invented identities and practices that undermine it but on what makes it thrive.'  I was astonished at the alien’s superior reasoning.

 'So,' I pursued the matter, 'in your world, do you have only two genders, male and female, and are they biologically defined?'  I wondered if they would understand the words, since people in our own civilization seem incapable of defining women and men. 

 A squarish alien—they came in a diversity of shapes—answered, 'In your world, you have living cells without intelligence that self-produce, like the amoeba.  More advanced creatures, and those with some intelligence, reproduce through the procreation of males and females.  Have you ever seen a Kudu self-divide, or two male Kudus reproduce?’  She swept a couple of her hands across the savannah, where a herd of Kudus were grazing.

 ‘We have noted your civilisation's confusion on this matter,’ a tall alien added.  ‘We are aware that some wish to define themselves more like amoeba than intelligent life.  In our world, and everywhere, the definition of intelligent life includes recognizing the roles of biological males and females for our flourishing as a species.  In our civilization, there are no confused persons living against nature and promoting an anti-civilization agenda.' 

 I was amazed at the alien's command of English, awareness of earth-issues, and clarity of thought.  'May I ask another question?' I ventured.  The alien women blinked at me again, and I took this for an invitation to continue.  'Should our civilisation fear an invasion from you, who seem to be a more advanced civilisation?' 

 Another alien took the question, folding all four arms.  'We are, indeed, a more advanced civilisation.  To be honest, we are more interested in visiting your wildlife than the humans in your world.  While the wildlife lack the reasoning capabilities of the humans, they have not misused the reasoning that they have.  We enjoy right reasoning, not advanced reasoning that is irrational and self-destructive.' 

 'So,' I asked, 'you are not interested in human life and therefore we should not fear you?' 

 'My friend,' a pear-shaped alien replied, 'if you are to fear anything for your civilization, you should fear yourselves. Any civilisation that cannot even define a woman or marriage, that advocates state-assisted suicide, that aborts its children and cuts them up to reassign their genders, that snorts, smokes, and injects itself with mind-altering drugs, and that develops nuclear weapons for mass self-destruction should realise that the dangers it faces are not from outside but from within.' 

 I remained silent and embarrassed for a while, but they did not turn away.  They seemed to know that I had--or needed--another question still.  'May I?' I asked.  A chorus of blinks replied.  'Is there any hope for us?' 

 The youngest of the aliens replied, She had a melodic, soothing voice.  'Only a Saviour from outside your fallen world who became one of you, took on Himself all your fallenness and removed it, and who enabled you to live the life for which you were initially created can save your civilization.'  I was once again amazed that the right reasoning came in one sentence.

 'Ah,' I replied, 'we have such a Saviour.' 

 'Yes, you do,' she replied.  The lot of them began their blinking again, and this time it seemed that this was a sort of smile.  

I looked out over the mottled savannah.  The Kudus were all facing us, making a sort of groaning noise.  They seemed to be waiting for me to do something, as though I could somehow free them from the corruption that we humans had brought into our world.  The aliens left us.  They just faded away, blinking good-bye.  I blinked at the Kudus.  They blinked back.  And I trust you find this a blinking good story!