Author: Dreamers-Requiem PM
A little musing on the word 'foreign', and its meaningRated: Fiction K - English - Sci-Fi - Words: 396 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 09-28-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2577512
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Number 27 – Foreign
for·eign / Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciationfawr-in, for-
1.of, pertaining to, or derived from another country or nation; not native: foreign cars.
5.belonging to or coming from another district, province, etc.
11.alien in character; irrelevant or inappropriate; remote.
12.strange or unfamiliar.
The sky above us is different these days. Full of strange, unknown objects, unidentifiable to our best scientists.
What is their reason? Their purpose?
The questions spiral around us every day, all day, on the news, on the streets. They have not yet appeared, not yet shown themselves, but I wonder at something different.
How do they see us?
For we must be as different to them as they will be to us, perhaps they are amazed at our limited technology, our lack of knowledge.
These strange creatures, what do they look like? Do they look like us? Or like little green men? Monsters? Do they have six legs, four arms, or like us, do they walk on two?
Do they see us as we see animals? Strange creatures we cannot communicate with, but can teach by using the pitch of our voices? Are they really that more advanced than we are? We have spaceships, inadequate compared to the ones in their sky, but can they contact those on their planet within seconds, using a small device, speaking through the voice or writing? Do they have any information they want at their fingertips?
If they really are that advanced, why have they not contacted us before? Why are they scared to reveal themselves to us now?
Is it because, to them, we are just too strange? Too foreign?
Are we incomprehensible to them? Creatures too strange to contact?
I wonder if they feel what the sailors felt upon arriving in America and seeing the Indians – foreign people, no concept of how advanced they are. Are they scared of us? Do they fear our basic ways?
I wonder what they think of us, as I stare up at the sky, full of strange shapes, creatures hiding from us, from awe or fear?
Is it because we are so much like them that they deem it impossible, or because they feel the same way we used to, upon discovering a new world, that we were too different, too alien, too foreign?