Chapter 1.11: The handbook for little aliens

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Sylvia: well, she is very, very... ehm... Green.

When Luna arrived home, Sylvia decided to perform a medical examination on her, just to get an idea of ​​what we should expect. Most of her organs looked similar to ours, the only differences she could notice were the green skin colour, the monochromatic eyes, and the pointed ears.

At least we quickly found out how to feed her, apparently I can breastfeed her. This situation is getting weirder and weirder every day that passes, but at least it seems effective.

Alien or not she's a lively child, no doubt about it.

Milo, on the other hand, didn't seem very happy to meet Luna, he's been throwing tantrums all day. Come on, soon you'll be able to play with her, aren't you happy?

Albeit the evidently weird situation, we are doing whatever we can to don't make him feel neglected. He still needs us, after all. 

Above all, I'm extremely grateful to Sylvia, despite the oddities piling up in my life she's always helped me, without any hesitation. She is very strong, every day I'm more convinced of it.

Back to the lab, I walked straight into the first office of the corridor, demanding a complete explanation to the first colleague I met on my way. I had just given birth to a little alien who now was living at my place, how could they still hide me any detail?

Stuart: Why are you so reluctant to tell me everything? I can't stand this anymore, you know? Or do you prefer me to call the police?

Colleague: ... just calm down, it's for your own good, I swear. (Whispering) You don't want to enrage them, do you?

My colleague then looked around with a concerned expression on his face, just to be sure no one was listening. Then, whispering so softly I could barely hear him, he told me all he knew.

So I discovered that those aliens were a parasitic species, they needed our species to be able to reproduce. They found in the Earth a suitable planet for their colonization, started to "seed" its inhabitants, and let their children grow with us while they continue to travel to do their top-secret alien stuff. They were a sort of interplanetary cuckoo birds, in practice.

The purpose of the laboratory, on the other hand, was to provide them with a docking base and to supply them with the materials they needed. All the analyzes and syntheses we are doing, the machinery we are assembling and the resources we are gathering are meant to support their activities. Furthermore, we humans working in their labs were the perfect specimens to be "pollinated", because we already knew of their existence and, consequently, we were the most suited ones to raise their children without spreading the awareness of their subtle alien colonization into the general population.

Aliens were able to blend perfectly with the native species of the planet they were colonizing, their disguises could be so effective that only a careful medical examination could point out their true nature.

The secret reports in the lab archives show that 0.01% of the Earth's population was actually made up of aliens in disguise nowadays, all born since their first arrival on Earth about 10 years ago.

Most of my colleagues in the lab had gone through the same experiences as I did, but no one reported them to the police nor did anything else because...

Colleague: they can modify your memory. If they think you've become a threat, they'll erase your memory and start all over again.

Stuart: And what can we do?

Colleague: right now, not much. But, as we continue to appear collaborative with them, we could keep our memories for long enough to make a plan. By learning how all this alien technology works, we might be able to put together something that is useful to us, don't you agree? Or, at least, that's the only solution we've been able to think of.

Erase and modify our memory... No doubt about it, those aliens were smart. They really tricked us, whether we obey their rules or if we don't, we would always end doing whatever they have planned for us.

But there has to be a way out, there have to be one. And, whatever the cost, we would have found it!

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