[ WP ] Aliens come in peace , with absolutely no strings attached , but , humans , having spent centuries assuming the worst , are having a hard time trusting them .

* “ Hello, humans. I am [ unintelligible ] from planet [ unintelligible ], sector 42. The Ezagoron [? ] Union has reviewed this planet ’ s lifeforms and has deemed it ready to begin spacefaring operations. Would you like to join us? ” * 
 
 That was what the official transcription provided to us in the year 2045 said, those thirteen fateful years ago. The emissary of the stars seemed, somehow, so calm, despite the fact that it was surrounded by roughly five-hundred armed vehicles. I bet the government would ’ ve covered the incident up if the space-ark that was carrying Mr. [ unintelligible ] - as it was called on the media- hadn ’ t landed smackdab in the middle of São Paulo ’ s business rush. 
 
 Humans… we were wary. I can ’ t count how many world meetings I saw announced on the daily news. The offer was, in all honesty, too good to be true. Maybe, if Doctor Who and Star Trek hadn ’ t shown us so many terrifying extraterrestrials, we ’ d have taken that offer up right away. We could ’ ve been in the stars by now. Mr. [ unintelligible ] was personally lounging with the American president in the White House, and after two years of watching, the alien seemed alright. 
 But it really wasn ’ t. 
 
 On January 23rd, 2048, an unknown mercenary killed Mr. [ unintelligible ] in his sleep. The space-ark was disassembled, and we haven ’ t heard anything from the Ezagoron Union since. But I ’ m worried. 
 
 This morning, I woke up, and the sky wasn ’ t there. I think the Ezagoron Union is angry, and humanity won ’ t be getting away with an intergalactic murder. 

