[ WP ] You are an alien explorer sent to make first contact with Earth . You never made it .

The Plutonians are send all over the galaxy to reach out to civilized, intelligent life. 
 Cliche as it sounds, we come in peace. We only strive to assist the other races to reach interplanetary travel. It's great for the market, supply & demand increases and everybody profits from it. So I owe it to the people of this planet to help them make these first steps, it would be INCREDIBLY selfish to not do so. 
 
 Zlirp slammed his artificial human hand on the sink as he stared at his silly human form in the mirror. `` Today will be the day! No more running away! For the good of the people! You're 35 pounds of pure Plutonian power!'' he roared. 
 Send here almost 3 years ago, Zlirp was in charge of establishing content with the lifeforms of this planet, Humans. 
 An interesting race that strives for progression at every turn, the perfect candidates. 
 Unfortunately for it's inhabitants, Zlirp had not left his cramped New York apartment since arriving on Earth. 
 
 After some breathing exercises Zlirp finished off his self-motivation. `` You! Yeah, you! You sexy Plutonian. You can do this!''. 
 Like a majestic duck Zlirp waddled slowly towards his front door. `` Promise yourself, Zlirp. Once you open this door, you got ta do it. Got ta make that first contact. Mom and dad would be so proud, the uniting of species. ``. 
 As he approached the door so did his feelings of anxiety. `` For the good of the people!'' he told himself. `` They'll be so happy! I can make it happen!''. 
 
 He reached out towards the doorknob, hit human hands sweaty to the touch. `` It's just first contact, it happens all the time.'' 
 The doorbell rang and Zlirp ran, to the corner of his 1-bedroom apartment that is. 
 `` Delivery! It's a package from Amazon. Mr...... Wilson? Are you there?'' 
 Zlirp sat shivering in the corner, wishing for the man to drop the package at the door and leave. He tried to respond but could n't find the words. 
 `` Guess, nobody's here then. I'll just leave this here.'' 
 Relieved that his plan had worked, Zlirp waited for the sound of footsteps to fade. 
 He glanced at the time, 3:00 PM, everybody is still at work. He could safely open the door and retrieve the package. 
 
 He had ordered some self-help books with the use of `` The Internet'' a few days ago. 
 As he opened the door slightly to check his surroundings he was surprised to find that there was no package but instead, a note. 
 `` Sorry we missed you! Your package has been delivered to fine folks at ___Apartment 32C___''. 
 `` My neighbors.'' noted Zlirp with a smile, as he subsequently fell victim to a panic attack. 
 

