[ WP ] Earth is discovered by a peaceful coalition of civilizations . Turns out we missed several major technologies normally developed by now . The aliens are very confused how we got here .

`` I am who I am.'' 
 
 I hear the strain in my voice, it's embarrassing. I stir the ice cubes in my lemonade to try and break the tension. The spoon clinks against the glass. 
 
 `` I'm not... I'm not dumb. I'm pretty sure I understand the context here, of what you're asking. The fact that you're speaking English gives me some clue, too. But what else can I say?'' 
 
 Out of habit I poured my guests some of the freshly squeezed lemonade too. But rings of moisture have since started to form under their three glasses on the table between us. Now that I think about it, they have n't moved since I started talking. What do they want? 
 
 There are two *or* three of them. It's hard to tell them apart. Their figures move together constantly, like water suspended in the air. And their hues shift between shades of red or blue or purple, depending on how the light hits them. It's strange to look at, it feels almost romantic. 
 
 `` You asked me how I got here. Ok? I did n't make that up, right?'' 
 
 They vibrate softly up and down. I hear their voices in my head. 
 
 `` Right... So like before, as a human, I assume I can speak on behalf of all humanity. At the very least we can try and have a productive conversation, from one species to another, before the government finds you.'' 
 
 A quiet chuckle forces its way out of me. Am I on the right track? Sips of my lemonade helps. 
 
 `` Well no one knows if God made us or by some evolution we got here, but we've definitely made some progress. We got books, electricity, internet, obviously all of this helps. We're working our way towards Mars I think, not sure when it'll happen, soon I hope, I -- you've heard of Mars right? It's nearby, relatively.'' 
 
 Frustrated cows start mooing loudly out back. I take another sip and move to the window in my kitchen. Poor Bessy, Wilbur, and Rose, I ca n't blame them for getting riled up. A giant floating spaceship has taken up a large portion of their pasture. 
 
 Staring at their spacecraft out my window I ca n't think of what else to say. 
 
 `` Look we are who we are and I am who I am! I've tried to be friendly, but. I'm sorry but you'll have to give a little more if you want me to be more -- `` 
 
 Ice cubes fall onto my lips from the glass I have raised, all the liquid is gone. I grab the pitcher off the counter and pour myself some more, then return to the living room. 
 
 But they're gone. The like-water in the air is no longer there, the dazzling shades of red and blue and purple have disappeared. 
 
 I rush back to the window in my kitchen. There it is, lifting off into the sky. The cows get knocked over from the windy escape. 
 
 I sit on the couch behind where they once floated and take a sip of my lemonade. It does n't taste the same. It feels... my heart is almost broken. 
 
 I notice the empty coffee table in front of me with three rings of moisture seeping into the wood. 
 
 Well, at least they liked the lemonade. 

