“So you goddamn have the cheek of defying our demands.”
The President of G8 group was beaded in perspiration as he once more felt the neurons of his mind being manipulated by the extraterrestrial in front of him to make him understand his emotions.
“Yes, being the president of the eight planets, the only region where life is forced so it can flourish, in near liquid conditions, in extreme conditions and some times several light years away, the only life existing in this whole universe, I goddamn have the cheek.” The President barked. In fact he could have not done so as he just had to frame the answer in his mind and the transducer of the alien would have easily caught it, simple mind talking. But the president felt restless with this psychic grilling. He increased the resistance of his mind against any oncoming signals. Last thing he wanted was his mind being manipulated, making some foolish decision. So he did the only thing that he could be allowed to do by those thousands of crores of eyes watching this meeting with gut-chilling anticipation, he watched it. He sorely wanted to move out from here, but for the job he took over he could not. Only when this alien decides when to suspend, then and only then he would be allowed to leave.
The frission which he had felt when he was asked to give a visit to this alien evaporated slowly. This creature was not that much horrible as fantasized, no, not at all. The two antennas protruding from his impassive face could do nothing except irritate a human mind or torture a dumb animal or express an emotion. The President could sense that the short spurge of spark that passed between them was fiery hot. He smiled. Let it be frustrated that I am blocking my mind intentional. Revenge is extremely sweet. For the last 3 hours this Alien had being continuously boasting their superiority, this boasting itself gave a proof that they were not so superior. His own special psychologist said so. How could it be as for thousands of years they did nothing but boasted their superiority, and there was one thing superior about this mind leeching specimen? A psychic who could not even interpret his thoughts!
The intercom in his ears buzzed on. “Your presidency, you could not shield your mind. Mr. Krampla could have tried you give you an important message. People are watching, and they would not consider this as a wise decision on your part to stop the oncoming war.”
He sighed. He let himself be taken on. Immediately spurts on alien formed itself on his mind. “You know that we have superb technology that will annihilate the entire human civilization, that mere program disrupted you communication on one of the satellites of Saturn. You won’t be able to face our crafts.”
President tried to compose his anger. He had to make few things clear to this eight tentacled freak. “We did not invite you to show that we gracefully yield to your so called superiority. The fact is that our government has a policy for peace talks which naturally your government does not seem to have. So far we have not seen any of your superior technologies, and as far as that program is concerned, any sort of alien program can hijack a system because that program has not been thought of by our man. It was a unique one. You creatures are just different from us, different not powerful. If we are here to talk about your superior programs what about the one which we had send. Was it not the reason that a major financial crisis evolved in your domain?”
The angry retort was not far away. “That is a lie. You never send a program. You……..”
He just shut him off once again. He found it terribly amusing to shut someone as boastful as this lout so easily, and the basic thing was he could not even offer a resistance. All the officers of his were detained in a detox centre. They so much loved the booze inspite of millions of arguments; they found themselves in custody. The best thing was they themselves were radiating signals to their homeland as a sort of diary in which one of their folks had mentioned that they were not allowed the nectar of the land of humans, as a result they were forced to give them when the signal from the black hole expressed its displeasure.
Now they were having their nightmarish head ache, and their government sheer embarrassment. The solarians had greatly enjoyed this scandal, the paparazzi had described to them in the 3-D detail of this whole episode.
He himself enjoyed watching those booze-filled pompous brats on the tube. The intercom buzzed on once more. He groaned internally. He once again let go of his resistance.
“So is this your final decision?” The extraterrestrial asked.
The president repeated the question in the intercom. He didn’t need do that as thousands of cameras flicked around them. But he felt that it would show to his people that he had done his best and the process of handling this adamant sucker was not in his hands.
The operator replied “87.3% of the entire population feels that we should go on war.”
The president smiled in grim determination. He framed his thought. “It is sorry to say (think!) that our people do not wish to comply with your demands as of course they are grossly unjust. We cannot just hand in our hard earned genetically nurtured food, and let ourselves to be at your mercy.
So as you left no other option to forward the peace we expect war from you as soon as possible. Till then you have some 20,000 topus to pay for the expense we incurred while having you and your sidekicks on this trip. Till you bring that money we will mortgage some of your so boasted equipments for further research. Goodbye and don’t drink more wine.” Framing this he stood up, turned back and walked on towards the door as it clicked open.
He smiled. Now they are letting me go.
Having confirmed that he was out of coverage from that mind reading alien, he freely thought the thought that now he had dug his own grave.
Alienman 