“ I believe there are different life forms on other planets. I believe they’re watching, waiting for mankind to lower their guards and allow them to invade our atmosphere. That will happen one cold, dark day when we’re least expecting it. You never know son, it could be coming sooner than you think. “
My dad told me that when I was just a boy, about ten years old. I remember looking up at him and examining his eyes, which were set ablaze with passion. Passion for conspiracy, passion for knowledge, but most of all passion for the truth. My mother abandoned him when I was only 5. I can still recall the harsh words she threw at him almost every conversation they had. the disgust on her face when he expressed the theories for every slightest mystery and phenomenon that happened on this world. Not just the cliche crop circles. He was left alone with his boy, and everyone he knew believing he was a sick freak. Sometimes, I admit, the thought of him being crazy flashed through my brain, but I quickly shoved it out. He was my father. He taught me to protect myself, defend others, and fight for what is rightfully ours. Never did I think that I would need these skills later in life. Never did I believe that our planet would be invaded, overthrown, and stolen out of our human hands. Never did I think I would be the only hope for the survival of humankind. No one ever thought what was happening now would EVER happen. But it is. And my father knew. He saw the flash of violet in the President’s eyes when he gave mandatory updates on the current alien situation. He saw the plot behind all of the government officials too happy, too cookie- cutter fronts. He picked out every hint, every clue of what was about to happen. I don’t know how, but he knew exactly what was going on. He saw it all.
My dad told me that when I was just a boy, about ten years old. I remember looking up at him and examining his eyes, which were set ablaze with passion. Passion for conspiracy, passion for knowledge, but most of all passion for the truth. My mother abandoned him when I was only 5. I can still recall the harsh words she threw at him almost every conversation they had. the disgust on her face when he expressed the theories for every slightest mystery and phenomenon that happened on this world. Not just the cliche crop circles. He was left alone with his boy, and everyone he knew believing he was a sick freak. Sometimes, I admit, the thought of him being crazy flashed through my brain, but I quickly shoved it out. He was my father. He taught me to protect myself, defend others, and fight for what is rightfully ours. Never did I think that I would need these skills later in life. Never did I believe that our planet would be invaded, overthrown, and stolen out of our human hands. Never did I think I would be the only hope for the survival of humankind. No one ever thought what was happening now would EVER happen. But it is. And my father knew. He saw the flash of violet in the President’s eyes when he gave mandatory updates on the current alien situation. He saw the plot behind all of the government officials too happy, too cookie- cutter fronts. He picked out every hint, every clue of what was about to happen. I don’t know how, but he knew exactly what was going on. He saw it all.