Notes from An Alien

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Friday Story Bazaar ~ Tale Thirty

You Must Think I’m Going Crazy

Alexander M Zoltai


It started out very slyly—the thoughts felt like they were his.

The first clue something was not normal was when he started to wonder why he was having these ideas.

Yes, he’d had an interest in astronomy in his youth (and, on into his middle years); but, that ended a decade ago when he’d firmly decided his wife was more important than his all-night vigils at the telescope.

So, why was he thinking about aliens—why was he wondering which stars harbored intelligent life—why was he doing calculations in his head to estimate the scientific odds of other advanced societies?

Before he’d abandoned astronomy, he thought a lot about stars and often wondered about aliens; but, this new set of thoughts was more detailed, more ordered, more important in its implications…

Like that thought last night—Are there aliens listening in on our thoughts…?

Not sitting in their spaceships over the Earth and listening; but, in their homes or offices on their own worlds—sitting many light-years away—listening in on…

His thoughts…?





“What?”—Wait!—That wasn’t just a thought; that was a female voice…

Franklin, talk to me…

Right, talk to his own little hallucination…

I’m not an hallucination, Franklin; I’m real and I’ve established communication with you through the Plasma environment of space.

“Pretty strange that an alien would speak English so well…”—he didn’t even notice he was looking around the room for… what…? A hidden speaker…?

I admit it is rather strange… My mother learned some of your language from an author she consulted, oh, my, quite a few years ago now; but, I’ve been doing some major study of your language.

Franklin decided he’d trick himself out of this mad train of thinking and said, “Author—your mother—what?—did they write a book together?”


This is truly insane, he thought; then said: “Can I find a copy of this book?”

The voice gave him a Web address—he typed it into his browser—there was a book, claiming to have been written by a man from Earth and an alien named…”

“Sena Quaren…?”

Yes—my mother.

Franklin’s mind was blurring and he decided a lay-down on the couch would be nice…

He sat and, as soon as his back hit the cushions, he passed out.


He hadn’t heard the voice for a full twenty-four hours when he decided he’d read the book—it was being offered as a free download…

It wasn’t all that long—he finished it in sixteen straight hours—didn’t eat, didn’t move, just read…

Then, the voice returned.

So, what do you think, Franklin?

“Your name is Ararura?”

Yes, I wrote that last chapter…

“And, you can actually do what that book talked about, communicate across twelve light-years—mind to mind…?

Yes, that’s what we’re doing; but, you keep thinking you have to talk out loud…

“I must be going crazy…”

Oh, no, Franklin, you’re beginning to reach a higher level of thinking than most people on Earth.

“Why? Because I’m starting to want to believe you’re real?”

But, I am real.

“Let’s say you are, for a moment—why would you want to talk to me? I can understand your mother and that author—she wanted folks on Earth to read about your struggles to attain a lasting peace; but, me? I’m a retired banker—did a bit of astronomy years ago; but—“

You were a fine amateur astronomer—my mother almost spoke to you; but, her mission was quite focused—I’m interested in broader communications, deeper exchanges with the minds of Earthlings…

“So how long were you invading my mind before you decided to spook me out and speak?”

Oh, about a year, along with eight other people…”

He still reserved the right to believe he’d gone blasted crazy; but, he still asked:

“Why me?”

It’s the way your mind works—it’s what drew my mind to yours—we’re rather alike…

“Do we look alike?”

Oh, my, no! My form would look hideous to you...”


Well, maybe frightful, or shocking, or outrageous...”


The outer form is really negligible when you get down to what’s important in life, Franklin, right?”

“I do agree; but, how could two bodies that are so radically different have minds that are alike?”

Minds are not in the body, Franklin. What you call a brain is just a way to have the mind and body communicate with each other.

“I’ve wondered about that…”

I know...”

“What else do you already know about me?”

You love your wife but don’t truly understand her—you secretly wish you could spend your clear nights observing the wonders of space—and, you wish you were younger so you could be assigned to the International Space Station as their chief astronomer and never sleep again...”

“Damned invasive of you…”

Well, Franklin, I hope you’ll let me teach you how to invade my mind...”

“I could do that?”

If you worked hard and trusted me

“How long would it take?”

Hard to determine; but, perhaps, a few months of dedicated practice…


{A few months later…}

So, how was that?

“I did it, right?”

Oh, yes you did.


Damn straight!

“You’re starting to sound like an Earthling…”

And, you, dear Sir, are starting to act like an Angian.

“Why, thank you, Ararura!”


His respect for his new friend kept him from ever speaking to others about her; though, there were those embarrassing moments when his wife would ask him what he’d just mumbled.

He always said, “Oh, nothing…”

She always said, “Sounded like you were talking to someone.”

He always said, “You must think I’m going crazy.”

She always thought, “You aren’t going, you’ve been there for years; but, I still love you...”

He always thought, “I do wish I could tell you I can hear your thoughts, my Dear...”

Ararura always laughed…


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