The Main Character

Everyday I am on this strange planet is the day I think my cover has been blown completely. Only at night when the species falls asleep can I live in my true form. Living both lives is getting tiring and I do not recharge myself as often as I require. I am making more errors in my human money-work and my colleagues keep asking if “am I okay?”, whatever that means. I just move my head vertically two times – apparently they refer to that as nodding.

I love the way I can crawl around my room in solitude is what makes me feel most alive and yet homesick. I can move close to the ground and shed the literally human skin off myself. My head shapeshifts into its long triangular form. Much less edges. My arms come out of hiding and re-joins the rest of my body. The darkness slims my silhouette even further than I appear to be. The benefit of darkness and the gleam of the moon sitting softly amongst the universe’s horizon. If this ‘Earth’ place was not so far away from home itself, I would travel home each night and be amongst a crowd of my own. The mission needs me here right now. Gather intel and monitor the destruction of the species. My work is far greater.

I lift my window up, so it is open ajar before slipping through the shadows of the building. A few stories down and the night has a distant buzzing. People still are awake, which gives me more reasons to cling to the depths of the shadows.

People theorise that we exist outside their precious planet, most get ridiculed or dismissed. That is the best part of my job. The manipulation, first to keep my identity under wraps, and secondly because it is funny to “gaslight”, as I’ve been told, those around me for my own humour. To know they are right and still are universal failures. Humans are the talking point of every other colony and race of ‘alien’ species’ out there in this universe and the next. Not for the reasons they think, oh absolutely not! We have writers back where I am from, and they write the funniest of comedies based on humans. I have heard another human refer to person as a “laughing-stock” and that is the best word possible to describe this idiotic species.