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The presidential hover car landed in the plaza. Byron stepped out of the car and the red carpet was rolled out to the centre of the square. He greeted and shook hands with Vice President Jameson. The Vice President talked his usual bland platitudes even as the great bulk of the extra terrestrial ship cast its circular shadow on the clouds above them. There was a cheer from the crowd.
Byron looked quizzically at Jameson. Once upon a time the man was an interesting conversationalist, but nowadays; even with the wonderful historic events that were unfolding, nobody had anything interesting to say. Byron wondered if he was the only man left with any sort of imagination.
Another cheer went up from the crowd. The huge alien ship had descended through the cloud deck. It was exactly what he expected. A huge disk similar to what he'd seen in countless old sci-fi movies. It descended gently down to the plaza square and extended several articulated legs from hatches around the lower hub. The bulk of the ship put the whole plaza in shadow as the legs touched down on the square and it came to rest.
President Byron walked down the red carpet with his hand extended. A blue beam of light shone from the hub of the ship to the ground and a small grey alien appeared dressed in some sort of robe. 'Greetings from the people of Ea..............
Byron's vision suddenly went black. He couldn't see. It was hard to breathe too. He was stifled. He tried to move. It was so painful to move his arms and they were so weak. He managed to reach up and touch a surface just in front of his face in the dark. Was he dead? Buried alive? Suddenly there was blinding light as the surface split in half and moved aside. His eyes took several minutes to focus. His arms and hands were old emaciated and wrinkled. He was lying in his old gaming pod in the house he used to have hundreds of years ago. The place was crumbling with age.
A figure looked into the pod at him. It looked like a nightmare to Byron. It had the face of a bug. His old dry throat complained painfully as he drew breath in shock at the sight of the creature.
The thing took an electronic device from a strap on its shoulder and started waving its feeler things at it. A mechanical sounding voice started to crackle from the device. 'Byron Willard. I am Captain Draal of the Eulid. We have downloaded a great deal of information about your species from your failing technology; including the rules of your odd "vibrating gas wave" method of communicating. We have travelled a long way in search of you - and we very nearly missed you.'
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