((A Supernatural Skeptic of an ill ridden Alien) (Flash Fiction))
The Crash
Science Current Event Articles
Part One
The Stranger
In some worlds, on some orbs, within this vast universe animals are endowed with human like reasoning, exposed to society's nervousness, and its individual time-consuming, everyday, tiresome, behavior, that is to say, never-ending negative actions, or rounds of idiomatic psychological dependencies, obsessions, never nor ever nothing else but being satisfied, coupled with inferiority complexes, paranoia, like humans, these mysterious beings have what we might call, breaking points, or better known on earth as, breakdowns, just like you and I can have, there is therapy of policy for us humans, but the inquire had come up on planet Toso, "Is there therapy on earth for our kind, dealing with mental illness, for there is none on Toso?"
On planet Toso, in the past, the mentally ill beings are exterminated, they are carefully useless, a drain on the economy, a danger to society, and beyond resurrection to a full and wholesome life, thus, never quite being able to give a gift to society.
And so, having said this, the inquire comes to surface, as was asked by Dr. Lee, "Why did Iratel (now renamed Alfred), come to earth, and to the city of Huancayo?"
I'm sure if you asked him, Alfred, he'd not care to answer, not that he didn't know or even have the respond in his brain, just that he didn't care, and therefore, I shall respond for him, and for whatever who might know physician Lee.
Doctor Lee, was approached by what I called the Horde of Toso, Toso being the planet the beings were from, which is deep in the Dark Galaxy. There they do not have psychologists, but wanted to experiment with Iratel, to see if he was curable. To my understanding, it was because of some protests (or so I gathered) on their planet that they were not doing much, if anything, for the mentally ill. And thus, was forced to bring back solid data to the planet's healing community, which all was hopeless, and old traditions carried on.
The advice was made, that the alien, looked more like a bulldog demon, than a being as we know them to be inhuman form. I will described him in a moment, but first let me say: he was an embittered, alienated, withdrawn, patient for Dr. Lee, had a freaky kind of glance, one likened to wanting to eat you, rather than talk to you, or be listened to, or even addressed in any manner.
He spoke any dozen languages, English and Spanish among them. On his planet he had no friends to speak of. He hung colse to with what he called the faded horde on the planet, the dead spirits, unwilling to let go of their past. He faced daily humiliation for his illness, harboring a mountain of shame.
"But why Huancayo?" you may be asking.
Well, his kind had read my fifty or so articles on Huancayo, how nice of a place the Mantaro Valley was, how tranquil it was for relinquishment folk, and this is why they option this region on earth, a place for tranquility where the sun came out most every day, and food was wholesome and the air fresh, and Dr. Lee, being a psychologist, they figured-one is just as good as the next so why not Dr. Lee, who is also a writer part time.
So you see it was not a most difficult process in the alien's picking out Dr. Lee for the task. He therefore, got the job; five-hundred Toso dollars a month, which I'm still not sure what he could have purchased with the money.
In point of fact, for this reason, he took upon himself, this task, to try and sort out Iratel's paranoia, to reset his thinking, to help him over the gap, as Dr. Lee, call it, in the middle of false mental and logical thinking, depression and anxiety, along with manic behaviors; to help originate a state of going stability.
During these months of trial and error, of trying to reach Alfred, whom was as if in a state of disassociation much of the time, but was also trying to mimic the behavior of those colse to him to no avail (social comparison) little, if no improve was made, and he'd send these notes of Dr. Lee's, on him, improve notes that is, transmitting them forward to his home planet; the motor he used, Dr. Lee, had never seen before, where by a simple box, and an electrical current running from one post to the other, gave out a kind of electrical beam, a beam of light, ray type almost, as he read the transcript (notes), they were immediately received on Toso; astonishing to say the least.
During these years Dr. Lee had shared his house with his patient, Alfred, studying he had no real love, for mankind or for even his kind but was not-for the most part-aggressive; sex he was indifferent to, death to him in away was an fly from reality, he notion about it, just figured he'd let person else do the dirty work, when they were good and ready, and with his other obsessions /(of which he had several, one being, being colse to too many people, an additional one being obsessed with having all things balanced perfectly, and so forth and on), he expressed little, for on Toso, there was no psychologist, and no one in particular, trained in listening, and now Dr. Lee was seeing why.
Dr. Lee had expressed his condolence with Alfred, involved for the lack of progress, even with medications, hypnoses, and ongoing talk therapy, psychoanalytic therapy, Operant Conditioning (response and reward), but gave him no explanation for his flatness of emotion: that being, no emotion expressed on nearly any subject, and no pattern of responses for rewards. Furthermore, his expressionless eyes, and barely breathable air, he had expressed to the doctor, in no subtle terms, death would be welcomed.
With the lack of success, and Alfred remaining in a somewhat withdrawn state, Lee felt he should perhaps, send him back to his world, but fearing it would not favor him in that he would be disposed of. It was a death sentence, belatedly so.
The Crash
(Part Two)
As Alfred prolonged to hide his tail, in his pants, wear a mask to hide his dog like face, and kept his paws inside his jacket pockets, all that was in appearance that was human was his posture, his erect, upright walk.
He lived a disorderly life, went to insignificant events, so as not to be too noticed, he wished to live undisturbed, a sad mental photo indeed.
Then a momentous event came about, Hyde, a female massage therapist, from Huancayo, whom usually the physician used to relieve his tension, had her work on Alfred. The physician had learned in life, and on earth, no matter how ugly, bad or selfish a human male is, he can find a wife, it usually is just a matter of time, and familiarity on the females behalf, if nothing else but the male is patient, and Alfred was (although not human), and Hyde saw him week after week, day after day, and then throughout the day. She was now-if anything-used to him, conceivably not even seeing his dog like appearance.
He said little, complained not at all, and had exiguous interest, if any with her companionship, but it was welcomed, if not often overlooked, an odd merge to say the least, but they engaged with one an additional one and even married.
They of policy did not have a big wedding, matter of fact, they did not request any family members, or any of her friends at all, and it was just those two, the preacher, and the physician present. Hyde knew this is how Alfred would prefer it, although her family was discontented with the ruling.
Hundreds of times, if not nearer the thousands, the authorities on Toso tried to perceive him, but Alfred-after the wedding-never sent an additional one improve record to them, although the physician gave them to him to do so. Perchance it was because of the lack of improve he made indicated in the reports, or he did not wish to edify them for personal reasons, or he was just in a long, ongoing depression, and they triggered even a deeper one. whatever the case, it alarmed the Toso government, in that, what they had feared was nothing else but taken place, the intermixing of races.
On the 23rd day of September, of tenth-year of Alfred's therapy, and his first perfect year of marriage, a spacecraft, from Toso was lying in the wait for Alfred, after contacting the doctor, and there was nothing else but no fly for the physician to lie, it was nothing else but adequate to have read his memory of notes inside his mind, by some form of telepathy a member of the spacecraft had had (a gift some of the Toso beings had and mastered), yet the physician explained the truth of the matter to them willingly, saying,
"Hyde cannot have children."
None the less, this was what they carefully to be hopeless therapy for their race as a whole, which they had expressed before allowing this experiment to precede, thus proving what they had already know, and expected. Yet it had to be documented, and given to the protesting authorities on Toso, that their genetically ill patients, or off equilibrium Toso beings, whom were carefully to have abnormal behavior to them, needed to be destroyed lest it infect time to come generations.
For the most part it was an experiment, one parenthetically called for to show their community it was helpless to help these individuals. That it was not a lack of compassion, or condolence for them, but rather, one of consideration, in allowing such habitancy to be put to the: 'crash.' A form of disposing their kind with mental illnesses, a way of death for them, and so they brought Alfred onto their vessel, and upon liftoff, Hyde, seeing this, grabbed onto a rail attached against the side of the vessel, by the door, hanging on tight, Alfred seeing out the window at her, as the vessel started to ascend, higher and higher, maybe at this moment, forty-feet high, she pleaded for him to open the door, no one even by him (so therefore he could have if he waned to) and she cried for him to take her with him, but he just looked blankly into eyes through the porthole glass, as she had to let go of the bar by the door, and fell to her death, he had whispered as he went to sit in his seat, for the long journey back to their planet, where he would be pushed out of the vessel at 20,000-feet to this death, over the Dead Ocean, to feed the deep inhabitants, he said, to the waitress who was behind him, any feet, who could have saved her also, whom was his guard, "Thank you for reading my mind, I wanted her to fall."
He had not a tear in his eyes, although she did.
Note: Written at the Café "La Mia Mamma," September, 12, 2008, originally, "A Stranger in Huancayo." Dedicated to Ximena Herrera, whom happened to walk on by as I was writing this story, and done lunch, written on a napkin.
Written in the afternoon, at the café "Mie Mamma," in El Tambo, Huancayo, Peru, 9-16-2008
Dedicated to Ximena Herrera (my Godchild)
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