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A Second Chance

There they were, thrown together from every region of the planet inside the mothership and clearly confused. There was a shepherd from the Pyrenees, a rice farmer from Southern China, a sociology professor from Canada, a fire fighter from Tasmania and a housewife from South Africa among many others. Why this motley crew of human beings had been suddenly beamed up to the mothership was just as puzzling as anything else that had been happening over the past few months.

Literally, out of the blue the aliens had appeared one day and, without anybody really understanding how, had taken over control of everything. After the initial shock, elation, bout of fear or depression (depending on the individual), life had apparently returned to normal. As a matter of fact, to most people the most unsettling aspect of the alien invasion was that they remained invisible while, clearly, things began to change on planet Earth. Within days of the arrival of the aliens, governments ordered the destruction of all nuclear arms. Every car owner on the planet was traded a new car running on hydrogen and biofuels within a week of the alien’s arrival. Coal and nuclear power plants were closed and immediately replaced by fusion reactors and incredibly efficient solar panels and wind mills. Nobody lost their job; people were simply transferred to a new factory if their old one was closed down. Agriculture was transformed overnight; seed varieties had become available that produced a crop in weeks without the need for any watering or addition of fertilisers and pesticides. Hunger was abolished within a month! All kinds of diseases were cured with outlandish-looking and tasting medicines, but they worked! The inclusiveness with which this transformation of all human societies took place was the clearest indication that this was somehow driven by the elusive aliens. Sure, some people (mainly politicians, high-ranking soldiers and industrial captains) had disappeared but the amazing thing was how calm, complete and peaceful the transition to a sustainable, non-aggressive society had happened. Every single conflict anywhere simply stopped, and gigantic arsenals of all kinds of weapons disappeared into factories and re-appeared as consumer goods. There were neither any murders and robberies nor any transgression of laws happening; nothing like this took place anymore. An age-old dream of humankind had become reality. When the realisation of what the aim of the aliens were had hit home, there were spontaneous ‘Thank You’ parties world-wide. But still no one had seen any of the aliens. Occasionally, one would glimpse a space craft whizzing by but that was it. It was as if the aliens controlled the mind of every individual human being on the planet, and got him or her to do exactly what was beneficial for society. It was as if, suddenly, a bubble had burst inside everybody’s brain and finally everybody saw, understood and acted on what was morally and ethically the right choice. People gathered on the streets and discussed the strange events. Why could we not do this ourselves before and without the aliens, was a frequently asked question.

The people looked around the room. There were windows from which one had a stunning view of the blue planet set against the dark backdrop of the cosmos. Everybody gathered around the windows. Admiring Earth from space was something nobody here had ever expected to be able to do. It was awe-inspiring. ‘I think we are here because they want us to see this.’ volunteered the shepherd and everybody understood him. Suddenly, people became aware that there was a kind of head phone inside everybody’s ears. ‘Boom’, the sound seemed to come from everywhere and the gathering went instantly quiet. ‘Boom’ it went again and then, suddenly, there it was: a saucer-like, small robot hovered amongst the people. An Argentinean entomologist instinctively looked for his butterfly net, only to immediately discard the silly notion. Somehow the robot radiated total calmness.

‘Follow me’ the robot instructed and the ear phones of the gathered representatives of humankind hummed. Everybody understood the robot without any word being spoken. They all knew now that they had been chosen to witness something that the aliens considered important. Walking through the spaceship, hardly anybody focused on anything else but the robot leading the way. Finally, the robot stopped in front of what appeared to be a wall. Again without a word being spoken, everybody understood to follow the robot right through the wall. Crossing the apparently solid wall was a weird sensation for most but, given how the day had started, it hardly raised an eyebrow on anybody. However, what the representatives of humankind saw once they had past through the wall was a different thing altogether. They were in some kind of laboratory. Arrayed along one side of the room were a number of cages with human beings inside them. And suddenly everybody understood where all the politicians, the generals and leading figures of the old economy had disappeared to. There they were right in front of the people they once ruled on Earth, but they seemed to be totally oblivious to their surroundings. The interesting thing was that they had not been randomly assigned to a cage; instead it seemed that they had been carefully allocated a space inside a particular enclosure. There were the cabinet ministers and leading military figures from Israel and Palestine fighting it out in one cage, the government of Sri Lanka and the leaders of the Tamil Tigers were hard at it in another, and in a third cage some well-known Christian and Muslim fundamentalists were involved in a rather violent clash of fists. And on the chosen representatives went with mouths agape in total amazement of what they witnessed. Further down the line some well-dressed industrialists tried to smash each other with wooden clubs. Somehow a hostile takeover seemed to be the issue. In yet another cage, a burly general stood triumphantly over the corpse of a uniform-clad victim. Somewhat worryingly, however, the aliens had obviously made one mistake. In one cage, the players of FC Barcelona and Real Madrid were sitting together peacefully, obviously wondering why they had been abducted and put together in this strange room. The aliens must have misinterpreted live coverage of a football game for a war scenario. And then the robot spoke or rather there was sound coming from the head phones. ‘We want you to see this. They are here because they were your leaders and should have known better.’ This sounded very accusing and everybody felt really bad. ‘We will leave soon and you will be given a second chance. Do not mess up again as the emergence of a violent, space-faring civilisation will not be tolerated by the Galactic Community.’ The threat stung deep and the implication was clear - there was not going to be a third chance! And suddenly it was all over and every person that had been on that spaceship circling the Earth rubbed their eyes. They were standing exactly where they had been abducted that morning. And they had all understood. It was up to them the second chance was not squandered.

© John Johnson 2006
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