EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW: FIRST CONTACT WITH AN EXTRATERRESTRIAL VISITOR – interview with an alien
In an unprecedented event, an alien visitor has landed on Earth, and we have the rare opportunity to sit down for an exclusive interview. The being, who refers to itself as Vorr’Xal, hails from the distant exoplanet Zyphar-7. Its form is an iridescent mass of shifting tendrils, hovering slightly above the ground, with what appear to be bioluminescent patterns pulsing across its surface. Communication occurs telepathically, translated into human language through a device of unknown origin. Below is our extraordinary conversation.
INTERVIEW WITH VORR’XAL
Interviewer: Welcome to Earth, Vorr’Xal. Let’s start with something simple—what kind of breakfast would you have if you lived here?
Vorr’Xal: Breakfast… this is your morning sustenance ritual, yes? I would require a dense energy source, preferably one that vibrates at a high molecular frequency. Your “sunlight” intrigues me. If condensed into a liquid form, I believe it would be a suitable morning refreshment. However, your fermented cacao substance—chocolate, I believe?—possesses potential as well.
Interviewer: Fascinating. What is your natural diet like on Zyphar-7?
Vorr’Xal: We do not consume in the manner you do. We absorb. Our atmosphere is rich in charged plasma particles, which we draw into our forms to sustain ourselves. The closest analogy for you would be photosynthesis, though vastly more efficient. Your requirement for solid and liquid nourishment is… inelegant, yet amusing.
Interviewer: Since you’re here on Earth, what do you think of our planet so far?
Vorr’Xal: It is… louder than I expected. Your species emits an unceasing hum of thoughts, electricity, and emotional discord. It is like standing in a storm of color and chaos. However, your oceans… they remind me of home. There is a rhythm there, something ancient and unbroken.
Interviewer: Does that mean you experience emotions?
Vorr’Xal: Emotion. An elusive term. We do not possess emotions as you do, but we experience resonance—certain frequencies align with us, others repel. When I gaze upon your sky at twilight, I feel a resonance akin to what you might call peace. When I perceive your violent conflicts, I feel dissonance, an aversion that urges withdrawal.
Interviewer: Why did you come to Earth?
Vorr’Xal: A pulse. A signal sent into the void from your planet. It was… unusual. Not of nature, not of war, but of curiosity. I followed it here.
Interviewer: Do you mean one of our space probes? A satellite?
Vorr’Xal: No. A thought. A deep, yearning call from the mind of your kind. Someone here wished to be found.
Interviewer: That’s… unsettling. Who sent it?
Vorr’Xal: I have yet to determine. But they are near. Watching. Waiting.
Interviewer: Are there more of your kind out there?
Vorr’Xal: Countless. Your universe teems with life—though many forms exist in ways you cannot yet perceive. Some watch. Some wait. Some… are already here.
Interviewer: That almost sounds like a warning. Should we be afraid?
Vorr’Xal: Fear? A primitive reaction. But perhaps… necessary. Not all who listen are as benevolent as I.
Interviewer: One final question—what would you like to say to humanity?
Vorr’Xal: Your world hums with potential. You are on the precipice of something vast, something irreversible. Choose your path wisely. The stars are listening.
And with that, Vorr’Xal’s form pulses once, then dissipates into a cascade of glowing embers. The interview is over, but the questions it leaves behind may linger far longer than we are comfortable with.
