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Strangers in Space.

Why am I so disturbed, the noise is the same every time that I push in the starter button? Another mission out into space or better the start of a new series of tests. The scientists have come up with a new fuel that should take this new space rocket to Mars. It is only the noise being made by the pumps pumping the fuel from the outer tanks into the burning chambers.

The speed is double that of the last fuel we used. From all parts of the space rocket came reports from members of the team on this new adventure. The latest report was, alls well in the Galley. Nothing burnt food will be served in exactly five minutes. No one be late or all goes down the masher. What on earth is a masher I thought and decided to ask the cook where he got this word?

My relief came and with a smile he said,” you had better go before he throws all down the masher. I went to the galley, the cook placed one of the new fixed foods one took from the storage and pushed the indent. If one held the package in ones hand one could feel the package warming up. No stoves on this space rocket. No extra weight it took a little getting used to and the crewmember acting as cook was really a very famous scientist. Suddenly the member that had taken over the control of the ship called out come quickly we are being attacked. I ran to the control space and saw that a ship had approached us. Not a ship from the Earth. Then what looked like three long sticks came at speed toward us just before they reached the ship they turned into what looked like ropes. As the sticks touched our space rocket they wrapped themselves around the special windows that gave us an excellent view of all that was in front of us.

What the other ship did not know we did not only rely on the windows to see what was in front of us but had cameras with connections to special screens in the control cabin. Touching another button I called out stop this attack or I will be forced to attack you with our own weapons.

The other ship stopped, yes it stopped in full flight it was as if something had placed a wall of glass in front of the ship. An opening in the side of this strange ship opened and five small creatures lined up facing us. I thought at first that we had discovered a new species of creatures. Intelligent or they would not have been able to build ships and the weapon they used was something that our scientists were very keen to study. A stick like object that could turn into a rope, this was indeed very new.

We invited them over to our ship. No they did not understand our language but they themselves had developed a gesture language. The atmosphere on board our ship was similar to what they breathed on their own planet. The scientist that acted as a cook became in the space of a few minutes very popular with the space wanderers. His soft drinks had an effect on these creatures that was the equivalent of being slightly drunk on our own earth. They had no shyness with us although we were so much larger and certainly more powerful bodily wise.

Our laser beams were becoming overheated as we sent one message after the other explaining our delay. We were ordered to give them directions on how to fly to earth and we were ordered to carry on with our tests. The new visitors to earth went back onto their ship and we moved on to our own mission.  By the way nothing was thrown down the masher. We all had good appetites. Bern