What if...

edited 2016-04-07 07:20:58 in General
Aliens abduct humans and animals because they think we're litter, and they're just doing a good deed on their way to Venus?


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    my mistake
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    I blame Centie's comment int he desktop thread
  • Aliens abduct humans for a multitude of reason, most of which include such various as things.

    1. There's a popular holiday centered around alien life as favorable pets for these creatures, just dropping by earth to collect one human is easier than braving the wilds of some planets.
    2. Some Aliens view our human conditions as poor and wish to adopt us to a livable breathable planet so we don't end up dying.
    3. Some Aliens are assholes, random abductions and re-introduction back on the planet, playing into the standard "Alien abduction trope" is their version of a frat initiation.
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    "Everything I've read on the subject comes down to a vicious circle. If
    they are capable of making contact, then they are rational. And vice versa;
    if they are rational, they are capable of contact. And in general: if an
    extraterrestrial creature has the honor of possessing human psychology, then
    it is rational. Like that." 
    "There you go. And I thought you boys had it all laid out in neat
    A monkey can put things into cubbyholes," Valentine replied.
    "No, wait a minute." For some reason, Noonan felt cheated. "If you
    don't know simple things like that.... All right, the hell with reason.
    Obviously, it's a real quagmire. OK. But what about the Visitation? What do
    you think about the Visitation?" 
     "My pleasure. Imagine a picnic."
    Noonan shuddered.
    "What did you say?"
    "A picnic. Picture a forest, a country road, a meadow. A car drives off
    the country road into the meadow, a group of young people get out of the car
    carrying bottles, baskets of food, transistor radios, and cameras. They
    light Fires, pitch tents, turn on the music. In the morning they leave. The
    animals, birds, and insects that watched in horror through the long night
    creep out from their hiding places. And what do they see? Gas and oil
    spilled on the grass. Old spark plugs and old filters strewn around. Rags,
    burnt-out bulbs, and a monkey wrench left behind. Oil slicks on the pond.
    And of course, the usual mess--apple cores, candy wrappers, charred remains
    of the campfire, cans, bottles, somebody's handkerchief, somebody's
    penknife, torn newspapers, coins, faded Bowers picked in another meadow."
    I see. A roadside picnic." 
    "Precisely. A roadside picnic, on some road in the cosmos. And you ask
    if they will come back."
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