The Story
A fascinating irreverent and satirical tale of life, alternatives and possibly the future from the revelations of an alien discovered by accident in a London advertising agency.
My names TC and I have a story I need to share with the world. It may sound crazy but you all should know.
I have an invisible alien on my shoulder and I’m not the only one. Apparently, every 631st human on the planet has an invisible alien on his shoulder for the duration of his or her life
It’s probably something that nobody, except a few of us, knows about, maybe I’m the only one, but I can’t see that. If I know about it others must, after all I’m not much different than most, well not to look at although some may disagree with that.
We are talking here not about aliens who come zooming in and abduct one of us of even leave one of their kind, like in that 80’s ET film where the kids flew the alien back to the mother ship on their bikes
No, we are talking about alien monitoring thingy’s who were planted on our planet long ago to check on our progress. So long ago, they can’t remember all the details of where they came from, in fact probably don’t know where they parked their spacecraft if indeed they ever had one. Generally they’re happy souls preferring the back seat, or shoulder seat role, to observe Earths culture, cruel and wicked as it may be to a civilised invisible shoulder-perching creature from some far galaxy or wherever.
My particular one is called GrarB, not that’s his or her real name because apparently they don’t have one as we would know it, in fact most have the same name, but mine says he likes it and that it does sort of sum him up. I didn’t ask why.
How did I find it or even know that it’s there? Well it all came to me when I was emailing some data to a client – I’m an account planner at an Advertising Agency – and strange symbols appeared on my screen, totally indecipherable but there. Suddenly I had an incoming email with similar symbols. Within minutes similar messages were flying backwards and forwards at an alarming rate. It was then that I realised that something had taken over my computer and Internet connection. I’m pretty quick you know.
Then suddenly a ‘sorry’ appeared on screen followed by Trate XVCBH
To:TC
‘ I use your connection to communicate with my trates but on a different band wave to your trate? .
A different band wave? A trate? Well what would you think? My first thought was somebody is playing a joke. Second thought was I’ve got a hacker. Before I had a third thought I got the following message
Trate XVCBH
To: TC
‘ I’m from a different world but live in yours, in fact on your shoulder to observe how your race progresses both socially and technologically, don’t be afraid I’ve been here ever since before you took your first step'.
Now for the third thought. Something along the lines of ‘somebody’s having a laugh or I’m going crazy’
Here I am sober, sane, subdued and scared shitless all because of an experience I’d not aspired to.
A f*****g contact with an alien.
Hold up. I’m a practical joker. Ben my mate in graphics is a practical joker. I’ve been set up I thought.
No you’re haven’t TC
Nice one Ben, predictive thinking.
No TC. It’s really me
OK Asshole I thought. Predict this one and I typed ‘who was my second sha……’
Melanie
What the f…Ok, Ok eh what number am I writing on my….
0634 so far
Jesus H Christ this is something I do not f*****g understand.. And I was f*****g frightened. (please excuse the profanities I’ll edit them out in the following text, but please understand my situation)
