daugen
Epic Contributor
this is for all of us raised on sci fi like Heinlein or Bradbury:
will probably get me the hook...
My first job this morning is to clean the bathroom of the travel trailer, so I am in no rush to dive into that...
So in a futile attempt to delay,
may I invite you to consider:
When Aliens Arrive
A TBN exclusive
Orbjob and Xanthoid both looked happy. My 8 foot tall bright green centipede friend with the purple and black spots was happily covering
every lever in the cab of my Kubota, as he attacked the big dirt pile with the solid bucket grapple. The grapples were clacking away
like an alien language, was he communicating with the bugs and worms in the dirt to get away? After all, they had come in peace.
And by some minor miracle our first response was not to nuke them. And me along with it.
Which wouldn't apparently have done much to them anyway with their personal
shields. Remarkable tech. And since they landed in my orchard, and spied my bright red Massey sitting out there, they were
attracted like a bee to a flower.
Well, Xanthoid is sure no bee, but he's driving my MF around revving the engine and basically hooning it. Yo, easy on the turf there big guy.
And you might try low range instead. Surprising how good he is with all those levers and clutches. But then he's a tripedal humanoid with four arms, and
on that tractor, four arms and three legs are useful. He understands not to hit the barn or the fences and to slow down through the ditches.
He's making some kind of whistling noise, like a steam whistle. Clearly having a good time and he's staying out in the grassy fields.
Wonder if he always wanted one of these as a kid...
Whoa, now look at them. They've come together, nose to nose, and Xanthoid is putting his front tires in the bucket of the Kubota, which is lifting him up about three feet.
Geez, will you look at that, now they are spinning slowly in circles and figure eights connected together at the front.
How do they do that? Like some kind of
alien tractor waltz. Hmm, maybe these folks actually have some culture.
After all, first thing they wanted to do was drive the tractors.
These two emissaries from the far side of the Orion Belt have come for a short visit. Now if I can only get them off my tractors and over to the
barbecue table for lunch. Rather severe guy from NSA with chin mike keeps asking me to tell them to come to lunch.
Just another day on the farm.
to be continued
yeah, time for another cup of coffee. And now I really need to get to work.
will probably get me the hook...
My first job this morning is to clean the bathroom of the travel trailer, so I am in no rush to dive into that...
So in a futile attempt to delay,
may I invite you to consider:
When Aliens Arrive
A TBN exclusive
Orbjob and Xanthoid both looked happy. My 8 foot tall bright green centipede friend with the purple and black spots was happily covering
every lever in the cab of my Kubota, as he attacked the big dirt pile with the solid bucket grapple. The grapples were clacking away
like an alien language, was he communicating with the bugs and worms in the dirt to get away? After all, they had come in peace.
And by some minor miracle our first response was not to nuke them. And me along with it.
Which wouldn't apparently have done much to them anyway with their personal
shields. Remarkable tech. And since they landed in my orchard, and spied my bright red Massey sitting out there, they were
attracted like a bee to a flower.
Well, Xanthoid is sure no bee, but he's driving my MF around revving the engine and basically hooning it. Yo, easy on the turf there big guy.
And you might try low range instead. Surprising how good he is with all those levers and clutches. But then he's a tripedal humanoid with four arms, and
on that tractor, four arms and three legs are useful. He understands not to hit the barn or the fences and to slow down through the ditches.
He's making some kind of whistling noise, like a steam whistle. Clearly having a good time and he's staying out in the grassy fields.
Wonder if he always wanted one of these as a kid...
Whoa, now look at them. They've come together, nose to nose, and Xanthoid is putting his front tires in the bucket of the Kubota, which is lifting him up about three feet.
Geez, will you look at that, now they are spinning slowly in circles and figure eights connected together at the front.
How do they do that? Like some kind of
alien tractor waltz. Hmm, maybe these folks actually have some culture.
After all, first thing they wanted to do was drive the tractors.
These two emissaries from the far side of the Orion Belt have come for a short visit. Now if I can only get them off my tractors and over to the
barbecue table for lunch. Rather severe guy from NSA with chin mike keeps asking me to tell them to come to lunch.
Just another day on the farm.
to be continued
yeah, time for another cup of coffee. And now I really need to get to work.
