Rings of Saturn
by Bill West
06:20 Nebraska,
USA. The Huey helicopter wheels northwards. Below,
wheat fields spread for miles in all directions.
Winch operator Chuck Norson looks down.
“Sweet Jesus!” His voice is drowned by
the “whump, whump” of the rotor blades.
Vast geometric crop circles speckle the plain.
08:20 Nazca,
Peru. Archaeologists are stunned by the overnight
appearance of new lines and patterns in the Nazca
desert, overwriting 4000 year old “Inca
roads.” In Manaus, Brazil, isolated groups
of rainforest natives leave the jungle
prophesying that their gods will return to earth
in a sky canoe in two days time.
11:20 Rosswell,
New Mexico. US fighter planes scramble to
intercept a UFO. At 11:40 there is a disturbance
at the Berrington meteor crater. Nasa dismiss all
reports of alien contact as unfounded.
1.2 billion
kilometers away the rings of Saturn shimmer.
The spaceship
reverberates to the sounds of loud music and
occasional gunfire. The pilot, dressed in white,
slumps at the command console. He giggles as he
punches in the co-ordinates for his return
journey.
A computer
screen springs to life.
“The High
Council have declared a state of emergency,”
the female alien wails. “Have you been up to
your old tricks again?”
The pilot
sings his reply, “Ah-ha, ah-ha-ha, yea, yeah,
yeah.”
“Oh Elvis,
what have you done?”
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