This is a response to a prompt from What Pegman Saw, to write a 150-word piece, inspired by the given locale. This time we are in Roswell, New Mexico, USA. Hope you enjoy my stream-of-consciousness piece, on a ufologist, seeing where his logic takes him. All mistakes are my own. Thanks for the prompt and thanks for reading!
Miles and miles of nothing but scrub brush. Mel Oliver scratched his graying beard.
Why would they choose here?
“They” consumed his every waking thought. The conviction of their existence permeated his innermost sinews.
But logic and engineering told him, that such advanced creatures, capable of wonders—an interstellar fleet, for example—would not neglect to research their ultimate destination.
Surely, they had learned to google, long ago.
Maybe it was not the core civilization, who landed here, but a race of robots, cast off, for being too intrusive, too threatening, too self-aware.
Perhaps, it was these dangerous rejects, these criminals and deviants, that his fellow enthusiasts naively welcomed, much as the vacant lands of America and Australia once did.
Why else choose a wasteland? Unless, desperate and unfit for civilization, they now pounded away at any door, that might succumb.
The world would need to build a better wall.
For my own message of welcome, read Welcome!