COSMOS NESTLES ALIEN PET FROM VENUS

 COSMOS NESTLES ALIEN PET FROM VENUS

 

The cockpit wheezed as Cosmos placed his frosty palms against the steel metal, pulse racing. Zeta, the grey alien’s fluorescent skin, glowed with a hallowed blue light, casting ominous shadows across the crowded shuttle cockpit compartment. Space Ship X buzzed beneath them, Elon Musk’s latest offering connecting the vast chasm between Venus and Earth.

 

“You’ll be safe,” Cosmos whispered, his breath foggy. He chewed on his Wrigley’s chewing gum, his teeth grinding. Looking out of the window, he whispered, “I promise.”

 

Zeta, the grey alien from planet Venus, was a novelty he had never seen before. Her body was limpid, almost lucid, with ringlets that moved like fluid vapours. When she spoke, there was no audible sound but a kaleidoscope of compound colours that changed every minute, giving him a picture of the colourful hues of the rainbow, which somehow translated into his mind.

 

The danger she transmitted, her form changing from sky blue to deep ruby. My kind is for keeps, she seemed to transmit.

 

But Cosmos was intent. He had discovered Zeta in the labyrinth of Venus’s salty clouds, a fragile, petite being that seemed to be a bundle of energy and life that matter. Her species- the grey wonder was a well-kept and guarded secret. Her kind was responsive quick-witted, but virtually unknown to Earth’s scientific community.

 

“They’ll study you”, he muttered, patting the safety canister he’d contrived. “Or worse, they will confine you in some lab.”

 

Zeta’s ringlets wrapped themselves around his fingers, extraordinary and exhilarating. Cosmos's mind flashed with a stream of portraits: her world, her people, the colours, and the complexity of Venus's ecosystem that Earth had never grasped.

 

As Earth became visible in the viewport, Cosmos knew that the adventure he was seeking was just beginning, and so was the most significant risk of his life. He hoped he was doing the right thing by bringing Zeta and giving her a home on earth.

 

“Welcome home,” he whispered, “dear one.”

 

But neither saw the vague, almost indiscernible tracking pulse coming from the grey Zeta’s glasslike form—a beam that would change everything.

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