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Aldebaran

Let's just say, all of this happened because of a sick coincidence. Several years later in the future, mankind has advanced significantly in terms of scientific technology. One of those far-fetched dreams they held dear were about : communication with the aliens. Besides the International Space Station currently up and running, at the present year 2014 had begun a new construction for a brand new space station. The project name was : Aldebaran. A so-called famous mediator between intergalactic species in science-fiction stories. Even science fiction has its own mythologies.

It's also a thing to note that a so-called multi-billionaire person funded this project, with the help of his circle of science-fiction loving multi-billionaire friends. He got this surge of inspiration after finishing his favorite novel. It was about a young boy who couldn't understand human language his entire life.

He was the only son of the richest man on the planet. Everyone seems to come, wanting to seize his riches when his father died when he was only twelve. His life falls apart, and its even the horror that he couldn't understand anything that's going on. Until one day, an alien visited his planet on a flying saucer, landing on the vast backyard of his garden. The entire time, he was figuring what these gibberish noises that rang in his head meant where people opened their mouth.

His world suddenly shook, like a thunderous earthquake. A voice in his head rang the first words he recognized: 'Jabalohut Pampak Katayl'. Which in earthling language means : oh, greetings my noble earthling. The aliens spoke in telepathy, and even though the kid doesn't understand human language, he recognized the alien language instantaneously, and knowing what it meant. He figured, in one way or another, that he must have been an alien.

So he went with the alien towards its home planet. Meanwhile, the people were killing each other over the riches that were left behind, life goes on. To the kid, riches doesn't mean anything. He just want someone he could understand. These long twelve years flew so meaninglessly fast, yet so meaninglessly slow accompanied by the crackles of nondescript gibberish ringing within his eyes all the time.

The multi-billionaire felt the same way too. As a kid, he often fantasizes of being abducted by aliens. He was often misunderstood in his childhood. Like that one time when he thought of one plus one as a synonym of frottage instead of simple additives. It was quite a coincidence to say, that among of his circle of friends, all of them also fantasized of being abducted by aliens too. The species were different too. We all loved to be different.

One of the alien species mentioned had the shape of water bottles, and they reproduced by playing pinball machines at arcades. They could also do artificial insemination in pachinko bars by ordering a pizza and drinking fruit cocktail. Their simple life cycle involves growing from a silver small pinball, then into pachinko ball. The intermediate state being a gas lamp which emits green fluorescent light, until it begins to cocoon in form of an outdated Wall Street Journal magazine timed at the Great Depression.

Voila, it finally blossomed as a water bottle. When it goes old, it will become a firework that sparks brightly in the night sky. Such a beautiful life, such a beautiful death.

All of them, being multi-billionaires that were amazingly successful, wanted to contact the aliens, because it seems, as successful as they were, nobody seems to understand them. These people, being in the same circle as science fiction lovers, also had hard time following each others' train of thought.

The only thing that binds them together are one : aliens. All of them invested their personal wealth on this project Aldebaran. As means of directly communicating with alien species by sending super-powered signals that will greatly annoy them, and annoy every single thing on earth—so it's located quite further ahead than the International Space Station.

At least the aliens will try to come and ask these people to shut the hell up.
Also, if you're interested on hearing what kind of signal it was. It's the same thing used by some execution centers in the eastern region. They played this on repeat to make the criminal went insane before begging for death. So it's like consensual sex, only rape. It's the mating song of a certain animal whose frequency caused massive internal bleeding of testicles in some primate species, causing them to suffer temporary erectile dysfunction.

It's my moaning voice. I guess they record it with the help of eastern psychic mind-readers when I was half-asleep. It somehow killed about 31 thousand of them before it's finally recorded. It was never replayed except on Aldebaran, and it's never discovered that, despite all of the previous casualties, the audio was actually never recorded. The reason was this : they forgot to plug on the mic while recording.

Allow me to continue on spoiling the fun, that despite all of their wishes on communicating with the aliens, none of these multi-billionaires actually got their pass on the interspace mitigation business. The reason is simple: they were needed here, and the company who built the spaceship needs more of their money in order to host 3d animated space documentaries by the same people who made those box-office cartoon movies.

So, the only logical reason was to send the person that was not really needed on Earth, and harmless enough in space not to cause troubles or anything. Like being struck with a rush of gold, the earthlings found a suitable victim: a death row inmate that's been convicted on murdering his entire family due to hearing a certain message from the aliens.

He confessed on hearing a grave-sounding message, that his entire family was on a brink of succumbing to the depths of hell, where the devil will torment them endlessly.

The only one able to free their pain was him, by killing them all, they were able to rest in peace in heaven. All of the victims were smiling, in fact. What kinda surprised the authorities was the murder weapon. It was, you know, a broken condom. The death row inmate was sent to space, towards Aldebaran, who was never been manned before. The control, was actually handled remotely from a certain base on Earth, and the inmate was mainly there as a human item, that there's a life on Earth, in case aliens visited the space station first.

It's naturally a kind of prison, a really large prison cell, with no other people—far distant in space. A choice in going straight to death or rot to death in space instead. The choice was quite obious : he took pills. So they sent him to space without consent. It's not bad actually.

There's abundance of food supplies that will last a single man up to one hundred years even if he's a heavy eater. Various entertainment were also there, if one could consider playing pool and mini-golf alone to be fun. Various CDs of classical greats were lined here, and some of the golden hits of many genres. Many classic reads were also there.

A paradise for a wealthy educated man, indeed, but not the same could be said for a once-an-innocent-carefree young man who's now an inmate.
Let's take a look about 20 years later, after Aldebaran was built. It was about a year after the young man was sent to space.

The Earth was destroyed.

Not by alien attacks, meteors or something. It comes from the Earth itself. Blatant consumerism and obesity has reached its peak, and it caused the landmass to sink towards itself. Causing extreme amount of pressure to volcanic gasses below. So it begins, the massive volcanic eruptions. Even during the brink of apocalypse, some people were still busy eating cheeseburgers.

There's no second ice age since the gases contaminate the atmosphere itself to the point it raises the surface temperature to about a thousand degrees of Fahrenheit. Now, the Earth went back to its beginning stage after about five billion years and more of life.

The last remaining man on Aldebaran was long dead, there was no installed oxygen chambers on Aldebaran. It's too costly to maintain, so the sponsors say. He was dead, but fear not, as about one hundred year later, a space fleet of aliens had visited the decaying earth, now devoid of most lives except some bacteria and primitive organisms. The International Space Station was already crushed about several years ago by a meteor impact.

So all that remains was Aldebaran. With its one dead remaining crew and the various remnants it left : the processed food, drink, beverages, plumbing--the various objects of leisure, the music, the books, the movies, the remaining works of art, the computers, and so on. This is the remnants of lost human culture in which encountered by the alien species, in which they took them all and honor it within their museums. All was not lost.

They studied the man within their laboratories, in hopes able to make a clone based on the human DNA. In order to simulate the life cycles of an unknown dead species which is 'humans'. As a gift of thanks from the aliens, they gave their best effort on sending their best colonization fleet, to plant the kind of life which is, the version of humans made from genetically cloning the one remaining crew's DNA.

Formed as simple amino-acids being shot through immensely powered pulsar rifles towards the Earth's immolated surface. It syncs with the remaining primitive organisms and bacteria within the extremely heated surface. Hundreds of millions of years later, the Earth's atmosphere cooled down. It managed to heal itself over time. A new generation of humanity and its life forms has resurfaced on Earth.
It came by the form of water bottles.

The End