Imprinted memories of a home I’ve never seen flash behind my eyes and my awakening begins. Earth served only as a sort of nursery school. Now it’s time for my extraction, and I am prepared. I scan the horizon for the vessel.
We wanted to be left alone today, but no one seemed to care. Our birthday was never a celebration. We spent most of our time dreaming of the mother we had never met. We were blessed to be twins, but we were cursed to have sacrificed our human host so that we could help colonize a once wasted planet. We wished we could not think of her.
They told us that the remaining humans were willing to conceive with our species because their own males became sterile and the planet was quickly becoming uninhabitable for them. Between our species, we would evolve into a stronger more resilient being that could withstand the harsh atmosphere of Earth and other less friendly planets in the Universe.
Created in a lab, we then grew inside of our host. She knew in advance how it would end. We shouldn’t care, but perhaps we have too much human in us.
I arrived at the zoo, incognito, and followed signs to the aviary. The staff escorted me into the enclosure for the Arbor Day event. A conservation group organized it to raise awareness about humanity’s impact on Earth.
The itchy wig was necessary. My favorite diva-shades helped disguise large almond-shaped eyes, and the “Keep the planet clean, it’s not Uranus!” t-shirt was sure to avert suspicion.
A lecture about responsibility to the planet and its animal inhabitants preceded a meditative time to commune with nature, during which I snacked on Parakeets and stuffed a Macaw in my knapsack.
Being a celebrity on my planet afforded me exotic experiences, including cosmic delicacies.
– Written for Microcosms 18 weekly contest. Related to Arbor Day with prompts celebrity/zoo/comedy. WC 110. Photo by Eric Kilby. “Epicurean” won Judges Pick for this contest.