The Rest Stop is Still Open.

I know. I’ve been here roughly 10,000 years. No, I’m not immortal, though my species is very long – lived.

” Here ” is this little blue planet called Earth, AKA Terra, sometimes just called ” The Land “, ” Home ” by some people. I’ve seen more things than you can imagine.

My name would be unpronounceable to you – 1,000 syllables, a real tongue – twister. If you must, call me, Utna – Pishtim or Atrahasis ( Gilgamesh’s grandfather who was practically immortal. I met him briefly early on after I crashed here ). I left the wreck of my vehicle near Hatshepsut’s mortuary temple in Egypt. I’m not going to be more specific than that. Finding such advanced technology could toss a spanner into the works of your world, not to mention the fact that I’m trying to repair the damn thing so I can get back home.

We are a species of travelers, ” home ” is a small but very advanced system of planets in the system you call Eridani, I believe. We adapt when we visit a world or worlds. On one world, I was a bar – tending detective for 200 + years, on another, I was an airship – dwelling monk of the cult of Karslin the Many – Eyed. Having shape – changing abilities comes in handy. I’ve lost count of the occupations I’ve had here – I studied with Freud & CG Jung, & thought about taking up psychoanalysis. But now I mostly repair this ship when I’m not adventuring on this little world.

You know – Despite the wars, pollution, religious & political contention, etc. – Earth is a nice rest stop. Don’t have a nuclear exchange. Even after I leave.

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Author: danielrappletonyahoocom

Science - fiction, fantasy, horror & suspense ( But not really " nerd / geek " material ), armchair cultural anthropologist, interested in archaeology ( Although the closest I've been to an actual dig - site was Pinson Mounds outside Memphis ), & interested in the obscure, strange or sometimes things that would bore or put off other people.

2 thoughts on “The Rest Stop is Still Open.”

  1. I can’t imagine a name with 1,000 syllables. I mean, I even have trouble remembering what I had for breakfast, let alone someone’s name. Whatever happened to names like John, Dick, Mark, Joe? Gone are the days of simplicity.

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