Aliens

Alien Realization

by Bruce BostonNovember 21, 2019

By the time the government released the Alien for public consumption, he was already famous. Over the next several months--as he traveled, appeared on talk shows, at universities and public forums--his notoriety continued to grow. During this time the world through which the Alien moved was one of affirmation, ceremony and celebration: elegant parties, the finest food and wine, rides in limousines and flights in private jets. And always a rush of friendly words and smiling faces.

Here he was stranded light years from home, without the rapport of his soulmates, and he did not feel so stranded or alone after all. He began to think he could adjust to life in this new world, to accept its warmth and civility and the acclaim it offered him.

Then a strange thing began to happen, which was not so strange at all. Interest in the Alien began to wane. His naivete, even if it was genuine, could only be charming for so long. He couldn't say exactly where his native planet was in terms of our star charts. After all he was only a tourist. And when he spoke about that planet it was always in generalities. He never would reveal anything really significant about his native world. And perhaps most telling of all regarding his fading popularity, he certainly wasn't pleasant to look at: grossly pale, completely hairless, strangely wrinkled, with ears like mashed potatoes and not much of a nose at all.

There came a day when the Alien had more time on his hands than he knew what to do with. Naturally, he began to seek out the acquaintances he had acquired during his stay, those humans who had organized and managed his tours. Having been exposed to the Alien for nearly a year, they no longer thought of him as anything special. The warmth and deference with which they had once treated him was gone. And sometimes, more and more often, they even made him feel as if he were in the way.

It was then that the Alien began to see, beyond the ceremony and the sell, beyond the ready smiles and the easy affirmation, into the true nature of these creatures he had fallen among.

Only then did he begin to realize how alien he really was.

About Bruce Boston

Bruce Boston lives in Ocala, Florida, once known as The City of Trees, with his wife, writer-artist Marge Simon, and the ghosts of two cats. He is the author of forty-seven books and chapbooks, including the novels "The Guardener's Tale" and "Stained Glass Rain". His writing has appeared in hundreds of publications, most visibly in Asimov's SF, Amazing Stories, Realms of Fantasy, Weird Tales, Pedestal, Strange Horizons, Year's Best Fantasy and Horror and the Nebula Awards Showcase. Boston has received the Bram Stoker Award, a Pushcart Prize, the Asimov's Readers' Award, the Rhysling Award, and the Grand Master Award of the SFPA. His graphic art and designs appear both in print and online. For more information, visit www.bruceboston.com.

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