Not of This World…

First and Last Contact

What was it about big metal ships, anyways?  People always expected the alien visitors to come in them.  In reality, it was not practical to send large metallic ships nor was it feasible to send fragile biological life forms in them, as they are quite vulnerable to the stressors of space flight, and were possessed of a finite life span which made traversing the vast distances of space personally impossible.  But alien intelligences had evolved far beyond our own, making it possible for them to visit other civilizations by proxy.  Recognizing the brevity of their own existence, the aliens had first used nanobots to precisely duplicate their own neurology, and translate it in every nuance to an intelligent machine which in effect became themselves.  This guaranteed a functional form of immortality, with the software that represented an individual’s consciousness transferred to a different machine when the software of the biological body wore out.

So comprehensive was the transcription of the nanobots that the intelligent machine which it was transferred to retained the individual’s complete life experiences, their unique orientations and abilities, and all that was in essence their personality.  The resultant machine became, in effect, that specific individual in their totality without the annoyance of a high-maintenance, disease-prone body which deteriorated with aging and had a finite life span.  

Bigger is likewise not always better, and so for the purposes of interstellar travel the intelligent alien machines were quite small, not much larger than a Terran insect, really.  Each of these small but very sophisticated machines bore an individual consciousness which had once been a biological entity, and the unit was capable of sustaining, repairing, and even replicating itself.  With infinite patience and efficiency these tiny alien machines streamed across the vast reaches of space in diverse directions, with one penetrating the atmosphere of our system’s third planet from the sun to visit what was deemed by the unfathomable alien mind to harbor conditions hospitable to the generation of life.  The tiny but sentient and durable machine readily passed undetected by the sensing devices of the global military establishment as well as by SETI; it was so small as to be inconsequential.  Everyone on Earth was programmed to detect missiles and large metallic saucers, or at least a decipherable message from an E.T.

The alien consciousness in the tiny but remarkable vessel was drawn by the abundance of chemicals in the vicinity of Africa, where human life itself may have had its genesis.  Sampling the atmosphere to its satisfaction, the tiny craft identified an indigenous life form by a waterway, a massive, herbivorous mammal that humans call a hippopotamus.  Excited at its discovery, the minute alien buzzed about the great head of the hippopotamus, anxious to further investigate the sensory apparatus that seemed to be centered there.  The hovering movements of the alien caused a buzzing, droning sound in the ears of the large mammal, which in turn caused the hippo to perceive the probing alien as a bothersome mosquito.  The hippo snapped its powerful jaws upon the interstellar visitor, ending its long journey and quite crushing the extraordinary device.  Days later, the remains of the advanced alien technology would be excreted in a large pile of dung, and draw no attention whatsoever except for that of dung beetles, who had no use for or comprehension of evidence of vastly superior intelligences.

This would prove most unfortunate for the inhabitants of Earth, who thereafter would be visited by a planet destroyer sent by the perturbed alien civilization…

Of Things Yet Unseen…

The Augment

The lithe figure moved with athletic grace and speed almost silently through the woods, keeping comfortably ahead of his pursuers from the secret government installation called only, “the Shop.”  Their scent signatures were readily discernible to him, each one unique and distinctive.  Although he had been running for hours, he could have easily continued to do so for an indeterminate period of time, indeed all night if he needed to.   As darkness spread, his eyes adjusted readily to the gloom, for he could see well in minimal light.   The humanoid sniffed the air as he ran, rejoicing in its heady aroma and the wealth of information each breath brought him.  A genetically augmented human, the fugitive was well-equipped to use his heritage to escape those sought him.

As he maintained a powerful stride, the man-thing pondered his origins in the laboratory where as a human embryo his genes were spliced with those of a variety of animals and even plants, rendering him into something humanoid but quite extraordinary.   They had called him “Adam” in honor of the supposed original man, but his hot blood coursed to rhythms other than those of a single species.  His innate hatred of captivity had led Adam to escape the prison that had birthed him. When the time was right, the scientists caught off guard and security personnel proved no match for his preternatural reflexes and strength.  He had left them bloodied and broken in the hallways, and feeling strangely exhilarated by the combat.

So Adam ran through the night, feeling at one with it.  When day broke, he effortlessly climbed a tree from which he could see for miles, exposing as he did so chloroplasts in his skin which enabled the conversion of sunlight into energy.  Indeed, Adam could survive without food if in the sun for at least twelve hours a day, although he most often used solar exposure to enhance his bodily reserves.  As he sunned himself, Adam’s skin also assumed a protective camouflage pattern, matching that of the leaves and tree bark that surrounded him and rendering him indistinguishable from it.   

The turmoil of an approaching helicopter roused Adam from his brief rest; how had it tracked him?–Of course, the microchip that they had implanted in the lab, how could he have been so negligent as to have forgotten it?!–Adam clawed open the skin on his thigh, grimacing at the pain and smashing the chip on a tree branch.  The helicopter was closer now, its sound almost deafening.  Hurriedly, Adam reached to his lower ribs and pried off the symbiont, a disk-shaped, mollusk-like creature.  When the helicopter had closed to within a few dozen feet, Adam flung the symbiont at the small craft with strength and accuracy not humanly possible.  The symbiont thunked against the helicopter’s metallic skin, attaching itself and exuding a molecular acid which swiftly burned through the hull.  Once inside, the symbiont scurried on crab-like legs towards the human inhabitants of the helicopter, flinging itself upon them.  They instinctively clawed at the horrid creature, but received only painful burns as the acid which coated the symbiont ate into their flesh.  Within moments, the chopper veered wildly off course, its pilot losing all control as he struggled to remove the symbiont from his face.  Careening about, the helicopter rotors sliced into nearby upper tree branches, causing it to flip sideways, impact with a tree, and explode.

Again alone, Adam mourned the loss of the symbiont, his chameleonic skin flushing with a variety of colors to register his distress.  In time, he would grow another. He descended the tree, his clawed hands and feet easily finding purchase on the bark. Freed of the microchip but alarmed by how close his pursuers had come, Adam made his way to the sea, knowing that he could not  as easily be followed there.  The gill slits on his neck opened as he cast himself into the water, that ancient cradle of life which would now serve as his sanctuary until he and others like himself could inherit the world…


– – Welcome to Foxscriptions, a subsidiary blog of Foxsylvania which will consist of short, flash-fiction stories written by yours truly and primarily in the genres of sci fi, horror, satire, and fantasy.   Seldom will they exceed 1,000 words; I don’t have the time to write books, and you probably don’t have time to read them!  They will tend to include if not feature at least one animal character, usually anthropomorphic, and will often bear a scientific or metaphysical orientation. 

These brief stories are intended to be rather impressionistic, and will tend to emphasize events rather than character.  They will usually be “stand alone” type efforts, although occasionally some will be linked to others and be a type of longer or serial effort, especially if interest is indicated and if the creative juices are flowing.  Many of these stories have appeared elsewhere on other “furry” websites, but are presented here for more of a general audience.  They are generally pitched to a “PG” readership, and are not intended for children but rather for teenagers to adults.

I hope that you enjoy reading these efforts, and it’s good to have you here!