RECRUITER FROM ANOTHER WORLD
I was in a fast food restaurant one day when a beautiful woman ahead of me had a hard time selecting from the menu.
"Excuse me, sir, but I don't know what to order. What do you like to eat and drink?"
"I usually order a chicken sandwich, French fries, and a soda. Do you like chicken?"
"I.....I don't know. I'm new around here."
"You don't know? I thought people around the world liked chicken."
"I like chicken. I just am used to eating the bird itself and not a chicken sandwich."
"Then you'll like the sandwich. How about the French fries and soda?"
"If you like them, I'll order them too."
"Tell you what. I'll order for both of us, if you don't mind."
"If you want. I'll trust you."
When I walked up to the counter I ordered two chicken sandwiches, a large order of French fries to share with her, and two sodas. I dispensed what I thought she would like and walked with her over to a table in the corner. That is when the most incredible story I had ever heard was told by her.
After praying briefly over my meal I struck up a conversation with her.
"You said you weren't from around here. Where exactly are you from?"
"Please don't think I'm crazy. But my name is Yulloa Constranene. I come from a distant world where my father is the ruler."
I stopped momentarily and took another bite before asking her, "Is this a movie we're in?"
"I knew you would think I was lying."
"It's not that. I have a friend I call Crazy Dan who always talks about aliens and alien technology. But I always thought i deserved to meet one before he did. Show me some proof."
She slowly placed her purse on the table and open it to pull out a device she handed me. It looked like a cell phone and even flipped open like one. But the images leaped from the screen like holograms only they were crystal clear and almost looked solid. It was of a large building that was futuristic in appearance.
"That is the palace at Stornhaggen. I was sent from there to your planet to find someone who will best represent your people. You might be that person."
"I would be honored. Have you approached others?"
"A few people. But they thought I was crazy. You aren't like them, are you?"
"I'm willing to believe anything about alien life on other planets as long as it makes sense to me. I love science fiction, so I'm used to stories like what is happening. What would I have to do?"
"You would be your planet's ambassador and advocate. Are you interested?"
"Very. Did you get here by ship or wormhole?"
"Neither one. I am a projection created from an assembly of atoms. You could say I am still on my planet but am in contact with my projection remotely."
"I do a cable TV program and have written about that."
"Do your people have that capability?"
"No. I do a program on future technology. It's good to know at least one of my ideas works. Do you actually taste what you are eating on your planet from such a long distance away?"
"Yes. This sandwich tastes like a fowl on my world known as a jarell. It has four legs and wings and is delicious. And these French fries taste good too. You have made good food selections."
"Thank-you.
"Would you mind coming to my world after the meal?"
"I don't want to leave my car behind. Maybe after we drive back to my apartment."
"That will be fine. Is it above ground?"
"Yes, why?"
"If you lived over 100 meters below the surface of your planet, I would lose the connection between what you see and myself on my planet."
"I live on the ground floor."
"Very good. It should be no problem traveling from your world to mine then."
After the meal I drove her to my apartment and after going to the bathroom, I joined her in the living room and we teleported instantly to her world. But instead of being taken to the throne room to meet her father, I was taken to an alien boot camp where I was given military training as were over 100 other people from other worlds. I wanted to yell and scream about what was happening. But I was also interested in what lie ahead of me.
For the next couple weeks I was trained to be a starship officer. It was actually a dream come true even though it might mean never seeing earth again. With a regular job waiting for me back home, the adventure of traveling among the stars seemed exciting. That was before reality slapped me in the face during the first mission.
We headed for a colony several light-years away where an alien race was trying to take it over. I led my forces in fighting suits to a city where alien troops were dug in for a fight. The ship could have dissolved it into trillions of atoms. But the colonists wanted the city left intact. So the fighting had to be conducted practically door-to-door.
The opponents had inferior weapons compared to ours. And none of them wore fighting suits or had force fields to protect them. They wore simple protective vests that were easy to rip open with our particle beams and projectiles. We spared most of the buildings and killed all the defenders. They looked like lizards which made killing them seem not so repulsive. But I still felt sorry for them.
Hundreds of battles and a few years of missions later I rose through the ranks to become a starship captain. The closes I came to earth again was over 20 light-years away. For all I know, my family might think I'm dead. And the woman who brought me to her planet was never seen again. But if you are standing in line at a fast food restaurant behind a beautiful woman with long black hair, large green eyes, and a story about being from another world, unless you have a life worth living on earth and friends who will miss you, tell her you'll go with her back to her planet. You might end up commanding a starship in a fleet that is the most potent force in the universe, to my knowledge.