The Watcher Returns Home


"The orders came in just a moment ago, sir. It is time."

"I can't believe they have approved such a nonsense. What about them?"

The gray creature pointed to a rotating 3-D hologram of what humans – incorrectly – named Earth. The hologram and its projecting unit were placed in the middle of the control room, with all the Grays officers standing or moving around it. These creatures were tall and slender, their skin ranging from light gray to dark gray, depending on their age. The captain’s was dark gray, as he was the oldest officer on deck – over twelve earth’s millennia. The rest of the crew, although very young by Grays’ standards, where well over four hundred earth’s years old. Their current mission didn’t require much expertise, as relocating units was almost routine, and part of Basic Training; hence the youthfulness of the crew. However, this mission was very significant to the captain, since he had dedicated to Earth the most of his life. This planet he nurtured like he would a baby, the humans being carefully guided and taken care of.

And now, it was all over.


How could they've given such an order? The humans weren't ready yet. They were still far from developing the technology necessary to move on. And now, after ten thousand Earth years, he's asked to relocate the watching ship? He wondered what were the Council plans...

"Contact will be made official, sir. Those news also came just a moment ago."

Oh, as if moving the watching ship wouldn't cause enough hysteria, now they wanted contact to be made official! The humans weren't prepared! Does this mean that the Council has finally given up on their pet project?

The captain sighed. "Alright, let's move on. All men return to your posts! Engineering, prepare the teleportation unit at once! The Watcher will finally return home..."

The teleportation unit - a massive wormhole chain generator at the Watcher's core - began to heat, lava starting to melt again and rise to the ship's surface. The ship began to tremble, its huge body shaking as all systems began to come back to life. The Watcher had been abandoned for fifty years now, until the captain and his crew returned with orders of waiting for the seemingly imminent Council’s approval to relocate the Watcher to its final resting place.

The computer signaled with a beep the completion of the heating process. “Watcher’s ready, sir,” announced the rookie officer, “The tel-port unit is at full capacity. All systems are go.”

“Very well, then,” the captain acknowledged, “Begin count-down for tele-portation…”


In Calcutta, India, a young astronomer has its first glimpse at what will be his career, as he points his telescope to the moon, and the stars…


In China, a police raid ended the small reign of terror that a gang of kids was causing in the night streets of Beijing. The cop in charge of the operation raised his hands to the heavens thanking the Lord (or whomever watches them from the skies) for finally taking these kids out. He noticed how beautiful the night was…


In Hong Kong, a strange oval shape of light was seen crossing the night sky by over two hundred eyewitnesses. They reported the object rising up to the heavens, coming from the horizon, and stopping right at zenith. The number of eyewitnesses has soared since it was first reported, and now it was reaching the tens of thousands, since the light object hasn’t moved from its position for over ten minutes now; it looks as if waiting for something to happen…


In Krasnoyarsk, Russia, a couple in love embrace each other with passion in the night’s darkness, under a romantic full moon…


In Sri Lanka, someone decides to look up, to the night sky, in just the precise moment…


…as does someone in Kuala Lumpur…








…and Singapure. And all of them watched, with either amazement or horror – or both – as the moon, shyly, innocently, and simply, disappeared.


Copyright © 2001 Samuel Pérez


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