Sins Of The Grandfather

We’re lucky when you think about it.

When they first arrived everyone was scared. Who wouldn’t be?

They were as big as cities. Hovering there in the air.

We all thought it was the end.

But there was nothing to fear.

They were here to help.

They looked strange to be sure, but familiar.

They were smart and kind.

They cured our sick and ended our wars.

They fed our hungry and gave us new energy.

We learned from them and they from us.

Historians, they studied every book written by human hand.

And they found something.

Something too recent in the scheme of things.

Something that troubled them.

They wouldn’t say what it was.

It was rumored that someone they read about reminded them of someone from their past.

They didn’t like it.

They said it must not happen again.

And we agreed.

So studies were made, and a list was released.

Some people protested, but then again some people always do.

Everyone agreed that the potential benefits outweighed their voices.

So we gave in to their demands.

So here I stand

Naked.

They said that we would be clothed as soon as we passed through decontamination.

Then we will board the amazing craft from beyond.

We haven't eaten in days, but they said an empty stomach helps with space sickness.

I stand in line, with my bar of decontaminate soap.

I can only marvel at what wonders await me in the beyond.

They said we were being taken to relocation communities.

They say the sins of our blood line must no longer linger in the population.

They’re probably right.

They’re smarter than us.

It’s my turn now.

The door hisses open and a voice tells me to step inside.

The doors close.

Germ killing gas fills the chamber.

Strange, it’s hard to breath. I’m sure it won’t last long.

We’re going where no man has gone before.

We’re kind of lucky when you think about it.