Sci-Fi
Mean-looking humanoids walked outside. Like humans, they had two legs,
but in the place of arms the creatures had four tentacles. Quickly
elongating their tentacles, the creatures grasped objects they had
selected. Usually the objects were human beings. A tentacle would
touch a man and instantly the man would turn into dust. The sucked
energy would be transported to the humanoid, and this seemed to be
the method by which the creatures enjoyed their meals.
We
ran inside and closed the doors. Tentacles of a humanoid got stuck
between the door and the frame. The long arms searched for people
inside. We beat the tentacles for so long that they fell on the floor.
We then opened the door and dragged the creature inside. Closing the
door, we took a firm grip of the humanoid, keeping him still so that
he couldn't move.
The
creature looked like a man in his thirties. The face was coarse. The
skin was dark grey and rugged in its formation. Only the eyes looked
human. The cut tentacles were still moving, searching for something
to grasp. We warned the humanoid not to try any tricks.
The
space man realized he was imprisoned, and he stopped all resistance.
He sat still and tried to get acquainted with his capturers. The creature
told us he was from another planet and he asked about local habits
and biology. We briefly told him we were humans living in communities
of various cultures. "We are not that different from each other,"
the humanoid observed.
The
creature then asked whether all people in this planet were in the
same level of development. "No, we're not," we answered,
"Some people still wage wars against each other, but some of
us are wise enough to understand that all wars are futile."
The
humanoid chuckled and had difficulties keeping still. "What is
it?" we asked. "Delicious," the creature dribbled in
his mind, clearly thinking of humans. "Delicious."
There
was a spider on the floor. The creature's tentacles would be long
enough to reach it. "Why do you chase humans?" we asked,
"Why don't you eat insects instead?" "No," the
creature answered, "Tastes terrible."
Sari
had been in an art exhibition in the city centre. She came back and
showed us the pictures she had taken. One photo displayed an art installation
about a traffic jam: small toy cars had been lined on the floor next
to a door. The gravel around the road was depicted with grains of
rice. The photo was taken from above, obliquely behind the construction.
"The
perspective is OK, but the framing could be more precise," I
said. The space creature looked at the picture. He agreed with my
criticism.
