Story 71. Written by Rosa Vargas

Monday, May 26, 2025 - 5:30 PM

In the 1970s, Earth received a message, the so-called "Wow! signal," which lasted only about 30 seconds. It was a glitch in the system. Aliens had revealed themselves. Earth scientists realized they weren't alone; they were just part of an experiment. Earth is being isolated from the rest of the galaxy and observed to see what happens. However, NASA, or the collective human consciousness, was able to contact them. Then, the aliens, seeing Earth was struggling, thought they'd ask for help. They said they would help, but with conditions. They'd send someone who could find a solution for survival. This person would help in every way. Maybe they'd even send assistants. But they have one request. They don't perceive the future or time the way Earthlings do. To them, the great collision with the Andromeda galaxy is very near and poses serious dangers. The more advanced life forms there, who are vastly more advanced than even them (who are magnitudes ahead of Homo sapiens), might annihilate them. So they need something to offer if the collision occurs.

The offer they made was: "We'll save you. We'll send you the universe's best actor, The Two who are guaranteed to show you the way. One who is a gateway, living and dead, between this world and the afterlife, and an entity of which there is only one of its kind in the universe. Sadly, there is only one of The Two available. The Andromeda beings might let the entire galaxy die just to get to The Two. Because The Two are the most valuable thing in the entire universe, the entire cosmos. They'll tie up every loose end. They won't leave anyone alive.

So, we'll send you The Two. We're not asking for much in return. Just two pictures. We'll throw those two pictures into the nebula when it's close. This will appease them and show them we have value, our culture, our art. So, it's in our interest to work together. Plus, we have The Two that they want. This puts us in a bargaining position. Together, we can survive the great collision. We just ask for two pictures from you that we'll throw over and show what we are capable of, how valuable we are. You, being mortal, unlike us, can create more valuable things because you live in the shadow of death, and that motivates you. This way, we can show what this galaxy is capable of, what life forms exist on it, and even if they're not noteworthy, at least they might consider how boring their lives would be without it, or how boring it has been until they got to know these decadent life forms. In a way, we offer them a journey to a world they couldn't even imagine, which is otherwise meaningless, just a wild shoot on the great tree of life, but still valuable because it helps you endure the very long journey in the future. It always provides surprises and is unpredictable. Maybe The Two won't even be able to assimilate into the environment you live in.

So, we just want two pictures from the people of Earth. It doesn't matter how it happens; they can be stolen, bought, given as gifts; that will make the story even more interesting. We simply ask that The Two take the Mona Lisa and the Salvator Mundi to their attic. So, they should come into their possession, no matter how, in 24 years. So, that's the deal. We'll save you if you give those original two pictures to The Two in any way. If not, we'll let you die out. That's the deal. Take it or leave it. Whether you believe it or not, that's the way it is. We can obviously rescue The Two at any time; that's obvious, you can imagine; we don't risk their lives. Anyway, they are immortal. If you give the two pictures, then we will accept you into the galaxy community and from then on we will be as one. If not you will die. I don’t know if you are capable of understanding and believing this. We could also take it, that's true. But then it would have no value. You have to give this to yourself for your own good. Even if the whole planet doesn't want it, if there are believers who still do it, that's good too. Then the deal will live on with them. The decision is in your hands. This is the question, to be or not to be? So you get The Two, the universe's best actor. In return, we don't ask for much."

Matyas' Mother Says: "Hurry home, my dear little son! There's a delicious dinner waiting; I cooked that damn bird you entrusted to me!!!"

Sometimes Be a Little Crazy!

The gray worries fly away,

The sky clears.

There's something charming about it,

When the liver laughs.

The mood soars, like a duckling!

Be happy, bold like a kid!

Blow the horn, trumpet, play something!

If there's trouble, don't ever let your mood be explosive,

Don't even listen to what some know-it-all says!

I think the fool is the one who calls you

A clown for all of this.

I'm Geza Mezga, I Don't Steal the Day.

But I am saddled with the idiot family

The burden is quite big, but the apartment is small

And the fairy tail is not like a duck's webbed feet.

There's a commotion at our place, a great atmosphere

Like the Wild West, music, noise,

Dad, Mom, kids, all heart, love

None whine, complain, the trouble is just a joke.

The family also includes a relative to the great-great-great-grandchild,

a relative from the thirtieth century….

I sometimes forget, sometimes I forget, that he may not even know New Hungarian yet

this atomic age. Luckily,

I can talk to the old parents like this, with the thought-transmitting

handheld device.

Our relationship is secret and mysterious, a bit

utopian.

Tuesday, May 27, 2025 - 7:47 AM

The Future is Here and Will Never END.

I strictly followed the instructions for use.

I got in nicely

I pressed the highest button I could reach

but then it stopped suddenly

This is a message from the elevator, this is a message from the elevator

everyone is sleeping on their ears or whatever

apparently I'm shouting in vain

they probably think this is a passion of mine,

that I am a prisoner of the elevator.

This is a message from the elevator, this is a message from the elevator, this is a message from the elevator

I send a message to everyone stuck in the elevator

one day the sun will rise,

until then, diligently press the emergency bell,

lest they weaken!

This is a message from the elevator, this is a message from the elevator

message from the elevator, message from the elevator, message from the elevator, message from the elevator

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