ALIEN ATTACK:PART 3
Greetings earthlings,
You must be wondering how the post-worst car of the year is posted in the blog. That was the time when i left my host to do some research on my own. You get the idea.
When I woke up today, I could sense that my host was a tad bit depressed. Something seems to be bugging her but it was clearly fascinating the way she kept telling herself when things doesn't go your way, it means God has some other better plans for you.
Then when she reached her workplace, she indulged herself in reading blogs, frustrated that most of the blogs were not updated, she ventured into the archive section of a blog named Expression Anonymous 2: The Reincarnation, and read the archives of June & July 2002.
I have strong reasons to believe that the blogger, Sara's past is strongly connected to my host's past for her eyes started becoming moist after she read the entries for the two months. Curious, i latched into her mind and a melodrama of her four years of education in MMU unfolded. Around that time, she got an sms from her brother saying bye as he was leaving back to his campus after a 7-week holiday. I could sense some sort of sadness. I guess she must be missing her brother too.
In some ways, after seeing her past in her mind, i started missing my education life and my friends back in Zqgarkonia. We have our own education program, which I shall explain shortly.
As i was saying earlier, Zqgarkonia is a planet in the Cokeway. It is fiercely guarded with a high-tech metal shield, impenetrable even by the strongest atomic bomb on earth, and solid enough to withstand the constant attack from other planets. Yes, even Zqgarkonia does not escape the constant greed for power that seems to drive the leaders of other planets to attack each other.
We are almost silver in color, with large dark holes as eyes, typical just the way u have seen in most alien movie. If you have a hard time imagining, just look at the picture on the right hand side of this blog. That is a picture of me, taken after my graduation from Zqgarkonia Zniversity. That's where we pursue our education. We have feelings but we don't breathe. If we did, we would have been dead by now. There's no oxygen in Zqgarkonia. Only plain mercury gas. There is no death in my planet. That means we live forever but after the age of 50, which is 100 on earth, we turn into little furry creatures, kept as pet by the younger Zqgarkonians. If you ask me, I prefer death.
To describe the development of my planet, sufficient to say New York City is just like another remote village in my planet. We are fifty thousand steps ahead of Earth. It's hard or shall I say, impossible for you to catch up.
Our education system consists of an assembler, and an installer. Required information is loaded into our brains and we are released into a confined area, in my case, Zqgarkonia Zniversity for 3 years. Our development is noted and if we fulfill the required criteria, we are released. Otherwise, we are sent to the assembler, where the brain will be reformatted and additional features will be added to help the particular Zqgarkonian. There are no dumb people in Zqgarkonia. Only the reformatted and unformatted.
When we are released, our sole purpose would be to guard our planet. We do not fear our lives, only the destruction of our beautiful city.
There are some inter-planet marriages in Zqgarkonia. These marriages are encouraged to promote harmony among the planets. These beings look different, as creatures from each planet are extremely different physically. I will post some pictures of them as soon as i can access the Zqgarkonia network through my brain. Right now, server down.
You must be wondering. If there is no death, and reproduction, wont the planet be overcrowded? Well no. We have imposed a rule whereby, only those with unformatted brains can reproduce, that too only once. Let me assure you there's only 1 unformatted brain in every 200,000 unformatted brain. Besides, after 50, we shrink into tiny creatures, that take up a space no bigger than your thumbprint. And after 100, we turn into even smaller worm like creature, harder to see through your most powerful electron microscope. At 150, we turn into one-celled creatures, but we are alive anyway.
That's enough for today. More from Zqgarkonia tomorrow. Good day folks. This is Zorg signing off.
You must be wondering how the post-worst car of the year is posted in the blog. That was the time when i left my host to do some research on my own. You get the idea.
When I woke up today, I could sense that my host was a tad bit depressed. Something seems to be bugging her but it was clearly fascinating the way she kept telling herself when things doesn't go your way, it means God has some other better plans for you.
Then when she reached her workplace, she indulged herself in reading blogs, frustrated that most of the blogs were not updated, she ventured into the archive section of a blog named Expression Anonymous 2: The Reincarnation, and read the archives of June & July 2002.
I have strong reasons to believe that the blogger, Sara's past is strongly connected to my host's past for her eyes started becoming moist after she read the entries for the two months. Curious, i latched into her mind and a melodrama of her four years of education in MMU unfolded. Around that time, she got an sms from her brother saying bye as he was leaving back to his campus after a 7-week holiday. I could sense some sort of sadness. I guess she must be missing her brother too.
In some ways, after seeing her past in her mind, i started missing my education life and my friends back in Zqgarkonia. We have our own education program, which I shall explain shortly.
As i was saying earlier, Zqgarkonia is a planet in the Cokeway. It is fiercely guarded with a high-tech metal shield, impenetrable even by the strongest atomic bomb on earth, and solid enough to withstand the constant attack from other planets. Yes, even Zqgarkonia does not escape the constant greed for power that seems to drive the leaders of other planets to attack each other.
We are almost silver in color, with large dark holes as eyes, typical just the way u have seen in most alien movie. If you have a hard time imagining, just look at the picture on the right hand side of this blog. That is a picture of me, taken after my graduation from Zqgarkonia Zniversity. That's where we pursue our education. We have feelings but we don't breathe. If we did, we would have been dead by now. There's no oxygen in Zqgarkonia. Only plain mercury gas. There is no death in my planet. That means we live forever but after the age of 50, which is 100 on earth, we turn into little furry creatures, kept as pet by the younger Zqgarkonians. If you ask me, I prefer death.
To describe the development of my planet, sufficient to say New York City is just like another remote village in my planet. We are fifty thousand steps ahead of Earth. It's hard or shall I say, impossible for you to catch up.
Our education system consists of an assembler, and an installer. Required information is loaded into our brains and we are released into a confined area, in my case, Zqgarkonia Zniversity for 3 years. Our development is noted and if we fulfill the required criteria, we are released. Otherwise, we are sent to the assembler, where the brain will be reformatted and additional features will be added to help the particular Zqgarkonian. There are no dumb people in Zqgarkonia. Only the reformatted and unformatted.
When we are released, our sole purpose would be to guard our planet. We do not fear our lives, only the destruction of our beautiful city.
There are some inter-planet marriages in Zqgarkonia. These marriages are encouraged to promote harmony among the planets. These beings look different, as creatures from each planet are extremely different physically. I will post some pictures of them as soon as i can access the Zqgarkonia network through my brain. Right now, server down.
You must be wondering. If there is no death, and reproduction, wont the planet be overcrowded? Well no. We have imposed a rule whereby, only those with unformatted brains can reproduce, that too only once. Let me assure you there's only 1 unformatted brain in every 200,000 unformatted brain. Besides, after 50, we shrink into tiny creatures, that take up a space no bigger than your thumbprint. And after 100, we turn into even smaller worm like creature, harder to see through your most powerful electron microscope. At 150, we turn into one-celled creatures, but we are alive anyway.
That's enough for today. More from Zqgarkonia tomorrow. Good day folks. This is Zorg signing off.
posted by BluePixie @ 12:16 PM
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