[ WP ] Three years ago , we saw nothing to mark the 21st of December . We assumed we were safe . But in the far reaches of space , the 13th B'ak'tun was celebrated by a departure . The Maya are coming home .

Bill pulled his eyes off the computer. `` So you're telling me, there's a giant spaceship heading towards Earth right now?'' Joe sighed and pointed at the fuzzy ultra long range radar images on his laptop. It showed a gray oblong object covered in spiky bits and pieces slowly rotating against a black background. The images had hit public screens ten hours ago, it was amazing Bill had n't heard about it by now. 
 
 `` Yes.'' His words filled the otherwise empty office building. 
 
 `` And it's broadcasting out signals in an unknown dialect of Ancient Mayan?'' Joe nodded 
 
 `` Mmhmm, there talking about liberation after the great apocalypse and stuff like that. Sounds like somebody did n't get the memo that the end times never came.'' Bill paused for a second. 
 
 `` Real Aleins?'' He rolled his eyes. 
 
 `` Yeah Bill, real genuine aliens, I mean it's not like the Mayans built the equivalent of Noah's interstellar ark in 1200 A.D. That'd be crazy.'' They stared at the images longer, eyes locked on the mesmerizing spinning ship. 
 
 `` You never know...'' 
 
 `` I think my money's safer on Actual aliens Bill.'' Another long pause filled the hollow cubicles. 
 
 `` Hey Joe?'' Joe frowned. 
 
 `` Yeah Bill?'' He replied sarcastically 
 
 `` Does this mean... the Ancient Aliens guy was right all along?'' Joe's mind blanked. 
 
 `` What you mean...'' He held his arms out in front of him. `` ALEINS! guy?'' Bill nodded fervently. 
 
 `` Yeah that guy, with the hair!'' Joe thought for a minute. Pondering the extreme ramifications of this truth... 
 
 `` Yeah I guess your right... the Ancient Aliens guy was right... huh... who would'a thunk it.''
