by Kri Pfeifer
Baffled, she lets go of the box and concludes, “Well, thank you for helping it thrive. Please tell me how it went along!”
“I will! No worries.”
When Marianda is gone, I hurriedly carry the box into my small office room. Here, I still have some equipment from my old laboratory. I put the red goo-thing in its box on the table. Terrified, I watch it moving. And then, instantly, a robotic voice echoes.
<We are glad we found you.>
Damn! It’s even worse! What is this thing?
<We traveled 5.3 light years to your planet. We needed to find a decorated microbiologist like you to make Earth aware of us.>
Well, yeah, I won some honorable prices for my research, yet my rent is more than humble.
<You already helped us a lot by covering us from the sun and watering the soil. We need moisture and food.>
Oh my goodness! Apparently, they are water-based. But what do they mean by food?
Getting straight to the point, I decide to ask them. “What food?”
<We found that the little worms are a formidable source of energy. They harm the vegetables you grow in the garden. We are sure we may reach a formidable cooperation between you and us.>
Yikes, they are eating nematodes! Oh, dear! Yes, these worms damage my veggies, but just the same, I do know that they are very essential to life on Earth. I need to find a solution to this.
“I see. It is very kind of you to free me of nematodes. I should introduce you to my superiors and tell them that you will fight with us against the evil nematodes.”
The goo seems to like it. <This is exactly what we hoped you would help us with>
“Splendid! Let’s start right away! I will bring you to them!”
Before I leave, I lure my dog into the fenced garden. After that, I joyfully put the box with the alien goo into my car on the co-driver’s seat and squeeze myself behind the steering wheel.
“Let’s go!”
<We are glad you are acting quickly. We are hungry.>
“I bet you are. We need to pass the bush fires of the season to reach my boss.”
<Whatever it takes.>
© Kri Pfeifer 2023-12-29