Tell Me About That! An interview with an alien
Enzo was a talk show host on a local television channel in Manchester, New Hampshire. He’d hosted other shows during his career in the U.K., but this show was brand new, and the first show he’d done in the U.S. Hopes were high from the station’s ownership that ratings would skyrocket with Enzo on board.
He sat in his chair on the set, talking with George, the show’s producer, about the plan for the day. This was a live show, making the odds lower for everything to go right, and at the same time increasing the chances for a ratings increase. Enzo’s makeup artist worked on finishing up her work just above his eyebrows, wished him luck, and walked away.
George wished Enzo a good show as Enzo stood up and shook his hand. George walked backstage as Enzo ran his hands down each side of his suit, adjusted his black tie, and asked a stage hand if his hair looked alright, before sitting down again behind his desk. His desk was brown, simple, and covered on three sides down to the floor.
The audience quieted down as someone off-stage held his right arm high in the air and counted down from five with his fingers. Energetic theme music began playing as neon signs lit up on both sides of the stage, prompting the audience to applaud and cheer. Enzo gave the camera his best smile when he got the cue that they were on the air, and waited for the audience to begin to quiet down before he said, “Hello! and welcome to ‘Tell Me About That!’ The show that welcomes people who make fantastic claims, and try to back them up in the face of logic. I’m Enzo Rollins, and this is the first in a series of live shows that I truly hope proves to be both entertaining and enlightening for everyone.
“As someone out there may be aware, I’ve been in television and radio for the past twenty-seven years in the U.K., hosting shows about many subjects. I think it’s safe to assume this is going to be a bit of a stretch for me though, given some of the topics I’ve seen on the docket, but we’ll just see how it goes, shall we?
“My guest tonight hails from the state of Indiana. She’s self-published a book, called, “My life as an outer space alien,” he said as he held the book up to the camera. “Please help me welcome Cora Nussbaum!” He stood up to welcome her as the audience applauded.
Cora entered the frame slowly, smiling nervously as she looked around at the stage and waved briefly at the audience. Cora was twenty-three years old, with shoulder-length black hair. She had a medium build and was simply dressed, wearing a white sundress with a blue pattern of flowers on it. She shook Enzo’s hand and sat down next to his desk in a black padded chair that had no armrests.
“Cora, welcome to the show. Thank you very much for being here,” he said.
“Hi…hi…thank you,” she said.
“Nothing to be nervous about, Cora; we’re all friends here,” he said. Cora grinned and looked around again without speaking.
“Have you been on television before, Cora?”
“Um…no, never,” she answered.
“How do you like it so far?”
“…Not sure yet. People here are very nice, though,” she said.
“Yes, well, I guess that’s always a good thing to hear,” he said. The audience chuckled as Cora grinned, not sure what to make of Enzo at this point.
“Now Cora, you claim to be an alien. Tell me about that. What’s that all about?” he asked.
“It’s true; not in the sense of the word that everyone knows, but it’s true in terms of my origins being from another planet. I can confirm though, that I am originally from another world,” she quietly said.
“Yes, I see,” he said as he rubbed his chin in contemplation. “But if you were born and raised in Indiana, how is it possible for you to be from another planet? I mean, you understand my confusion, don’t you?”
Yes, I totally get that,” she said. “I didn’t always know about my origins. I mean, I grew up in a small town in Indiana with no idea of who I really was. Then one day, a friend of mine asked me if I wanted to go to Aliencon with her.”
“And for anyone watching who may not be aware, what is Aliencon?” Enzo asked.
Cora nodded, and said, “Right; Aliencon is a convention that’s all about aliens. They have guest speakers, panel discussions, things like that. Oh, and a lot of people dress up in alien costumes for fun, but it’s all really a very serious thing. Some people are there to promote their latest book on the subject, and film companies send actors to talk about related movies.”
“Thank you; so you went to one of these things, and what happened?” he asked.
“I was a high school senior, and I went there with a few of my friends to see what it was all about. It sounded like fun, ya know? But when we arrived and I started looking around, I began to feel like I was able to relate to everything I was seeing,” she said.
“Like what,” he asked. “Pictures? People dressed in costumes? What?”
“Everything!” she said. “I was seeing pictures and posters with all different races of aliens on them. I saw replicas of space crafts and photos of real ones. I saw photos of star clusters and galaxies that I felt I recognized. Have you ever done that? Just saw something that you felt you knew even though you had never seen it before?”
“I have!” a man shouted from the audience. The crowd laughed as Enzo joked, “Thank you, sir. That’s very helpful.”
“We spent the entire weekend going to seminars and talking to people about conspiracy theories, aliens on earth, sightings, abductions, and ancient alien theory. I bought a whole bunch of books that I brought home and read cover-to-cover.”
Enzo scratched his head as she spoke, formulating the next question in his mind as she finished. “And, uh…was there a specific moment when you thought, ‘That’s it! I know who I am now!’”
“Yes, I was watching an interview during Aliencon, and I was completely identifying with the guy being interviewed. He was also from another world. He’s not from my home world, but he had gone through the same struggles as I did. to find himself. He talked about one thing in particular that really resonated with me. He said that every night since he was a teenager, he would either look out at the stars from his window, or go outside and walk while he looked up at them. As he walked, he said he would wonder about what was out there, and if there was anyone looking back at him. It was at that moment that I realized I do the exact same thing! So, I immediately felt like I was one with him. I mean, who does that, right?”
“Enzo pursed his lips as he said, “Cora, I think it’s safe to say that everyone contemplates their place in the universe at some point. Would you agree with that?” Cora thought for a moment, and said, “Um…no, not really. I’m pretty sure people don’t think about that stuff much at all.”
“So, you believe only you have contemplated why we’re all here?” he asked.
“Well, I mean, I guess some people think about it, but not all the time like I do. I can also do something regular people can’t. I can pick up on people’s moods without them saying anything. I can tell when people are happy or sad, way before they tell me.”
“I think that’s called reading body language,” Enzo said. Some of the audience laughed, others grumbled, while one female voice called out, “I can do the same thing!”
“Thank you madam,” Enzo said. “I didn’t realize we’d have such a participatory group here today.” Some of the audience laughed as he continued. “Now Cora, do you mind telling me the name of the person who changed your life? Would that be alright?”
Cora placed her hands on her knees and looked out into the audience. “His name is Dickie,” she said. I’m not going to say his last name because he asked me not to. He’d like to remain anonymous while on earth, which is unusual, given the fact that he’s a Sagittarius, but whatever.”
“Now, what do your parents here on earth think of all of this?” Enzo asked. “Have they met this Dickie person?”
“My parents have never met him, but they want to,” she said.
“Yes, I’m sure they do…” he smirked.
“At first they both thought I was crazy, but they came around after we talked about it a lot. They are finally starting to see through the veil, viewing the world as it really is,” she said.
“So, they’re buying into all this? How could they believe it from a parent’s perspective?” he asked. “Doesn’t your mum remember giving birth to you?”
“She does, and in the beginning of those conversations about my birth, my parents would always roll their eyes when I’d remind them they’re not my true parents, but it wasn’t until I got really mad and started smashing things that they’d suddenly remember. It’s like they were repressing their memories because they just didn’t wanna believe it, ya know? It’s cool now though. They fully get our true purpose now.”
“True purpose? Please enlighten us with what our true purpose is,” Enzo asked. “And I assume you’re talking about all of us on the planet and not only the chosen few who’ve been enlightened to this point?”
“Yes, this is for all of us as a group,” She said. “So, let me explain to you how I came upon my understanding. First, I learned of our true origin, from Dickie. Dickie started me on the initial path to where we came from and where we’re going. I sat and talked with him for hours at a time! I swear I could listen to him forever because he’s so incredible and makes so much sense.”
“And you’re talking about…Dickie still…” Enzo asked.
“Yes, of course!” she said as she smiled wide.
“Is that really his name? Dickie?” he asked as he laughed.
“Um, yeah, I told you that a while ago,” she said.
“Please forgive me,” he said. Please continue about Dickie,” he said as he began to laugh. She paused for a moment as some of the audience laughed with Enzo. “Dickie remains a great source of information for me, but I’ve also gained understanding from long hours of deep meditation, interviewing abductees, and even by using psychotropic drugs. They’ve helped a lot!”
“Yes, I’m sure they have,” Enzo quipped as a small part of the audience snickered. “Tell me Cora, not to get too far off-track because I know you were heading somewhere with this, but have you ever been abducted yourself?” he asked.
She thought about it, and answered, “Not that I’m aware of , but there have been times when I would wake up in the morning overly tired with unexplained scratches on my butt, so there’s that.”
“Scratches on your bum?” Enzo said.
“That happened to me too!” a voice called from the audience?” Cora looked out, not knowing who said it, and clapped quickly a few times for the person. She turned back to Enzo and said, “Just below it, yes. On the crease where my butt stops and my leg begins. So, with that kind of thing happening, it’s a pretty good bet that I’ve been abducted.”
“Ah ha, I see,” he said. Enzo looked to the audience for a laugh, but didn’t get one. “I’m sorry to have interrupted your train of thought a moment ago. You were about to tell us about our purpose.”
“Yes, thank you,” she said. “There’s a lot going on here, so I’ll explain. You see, none of this is by accident.”
“None of what?” he asked. Cora held her arms out straight with her palms up, and said, “Everything you see!” It’s all on purpose! The air, the land, the moon. The only things that were there from the start are the stars we see.” Enzo stared at her blankly as he put his elbow on the desk and held his head up by resting it on his fist.
“Do you really think the moon got out there on its own?” she asked.
“Well…yes…yes, I thought it did,” he said.
“Well, that’s wrong,” she said. “Don’t you find it strange that we always only see the same side of it?” Enzo brought up his second hand to hold up his head, continued staring at her, and shrugged, wondering where this was going. “This world was set up to promote and support life, like a BILLION years ago. It was moved to the Goldilocks zone on purpose. The moon was brought in from another part of the solar system and set where it is to create the correct tide levels appropriate to promote accelerated evolution. Different alien species came in later, once mankind had reached a certain level and began playing with their DNA to make it even better.” She looked out into the audience and yelled, “Come on, people! Haven’t you ever wondered why we only see the same side of the moon? Do you really think the orbit is so perfect that it would make the moon stay in the exact same position since the day it became the moon! It was set up to not revolve because that’s where the alien’s main base is – on the dark side!”
“I knew it!” one of the camera men said. He looked around briefly, but no seemed to notice.
“And the pyramids!” she said. “That whole thing with the Egyptians building them was the aliens coming down when humans were evolved enough to communicate. They had the humans build the pyramids all over the planet for several reasons. They used them to create energy for their ships so they’d be able to get back home when the time came. They also used them as a navigation tool to help future ships find their way here. As humans, most people just look at them and figure, oh well, they’re pyramids, without realizing all the stuff about them that’s so cool, and couldn’t have been made by the people of the time without help.”
“That makes sense,” one man said.
“Total sense!” another one said.
Enzo sat up straight in his chair and folded his arms, as he said, “Okay, so you, and by you, I mean the aliens you talk about, have created conditions on earth that support and perpetuate life. The human race is thriving. Bully for you! You did well. Now what, Cora? What’s next?”
Cora grinned and moved her gaze from the audience, over to him. “I’m glad you asked,” she said. Discussion and grumbling rolled through the audience as the ‘Quiet please’ signs flashed brightly off-camera. “Enzo, there is one giant secret that I’ve been authorized to reveal. This was confirmed through my deep meditation a few days ago, so it’s perfect timing!”
“And who was it that authorized this breaking news? I’ll guess it was Dickie?” he asked.
“Yes, it was Dickie,” she said. “That’s very good.” Enzo began snickering as the audience quieted down. She looked back to the audience, and looking rather giddy, said, “There is no one left on the planet that is fully human anymore.” Enzo cocked his head slightly as she continued. “Aliens from various worlds have been working together forever to engineer human DNA in preparation for space flight when the time is right.”
“Space travel to where, Cora,” Enzo asked.
“To the home world. Everyone on earth is now a minimum of fifty-one percent Anunnaki. The Annunaki, for those who don’t know, are the race of aliens that was here to direct the building of the pyramids. We are all ready to go to the home world, and when the great awakening happens, everyone will know all that I’ve said to be true in their hearts. Soon the great sound will be heard all around the planet. It will be a beautiful, yet piercing noise unlike anything that has ever been heard by these types of ears before. The sound will penetrate everywhere, in both the quietest and the loudest places across the globe. No one will be able to avoid it. Once someone has heard it, they will be attuned to the truth about the nature of the universe, and their place in it.”
“I see,” Enzo said. “And what about deaf people?”
“Deaf people?” she asked.
“Yes, they’ll have no avenue to hear the joyous noise. What do you make of that?”
“Oh, they’ll hear this anyway. They’re not really deaf.”
“They’re not?”
“No, they just think they are,” she said. “It’s actually just an illusion.”
“Are you absolutely sure of that? Because I’ve got an uncle who’s very believable; can’t seem to hear a thing,” he said.
“Your uncle will hear it,” she said.
“How about people born without ears? That’s a pretty tough illusion to break through!” Enzo said. He looked to the audience smiling and expecting laughs, but none came.
“This noise transcends all obstacles. It will be felt on the molecular level,” she said.
“And you know this, how?”
“Dickie,” she said.
“Yes, of course – Dickie,” he said with a fake smile.
“But, why would we want to go to the home world? Why can’t we just stay here? I mean, it’s all been set up so nicely for us. I rather like it.” he said.
“We need to go to the home world in order to continue perpetuating our new hybrid race! Won’t that be amazing?” she asked the audience.
He opened his mouth to say something when he heard a voice from the audience yell, “I never believed the moon was right, either!” Enzo and Cora turned their attention to a large black man standing three rows back. “You’re right, Cora! I relate to everything you said!”
The audience became louder, speaking up and offering similar sentiments as Enzo stood up and said, “Alright, that’s quite enough!” He continued to hear more shouts of endorsements for Cora coming from the crowd as he looked around, pondering his next move.
“I always knew I was different!” an older lady called from the back. Enzo watched in confusion as people began climbing the stairs to get to the stage. Cora stood up, smiling at the people, but unsure of their intensions. A younger lady reached her first, grabbed Cora’s hand and shook it before Cora could react. Others surrounded her as Enzo backed away from his desk and called to his producer; “George! Can we get some control of this?”
“Preach it, Cora! Preach it!” George yelled as he walked past Enzo to get near her. The television cameras were no longer being manned, and sat at the angle where they were abandoned by the operators. People crowding onto the stage knocked into them, causing them to move and tilt down. The crowd began chanting, ‘CO-RA, CO-RA!” picking her up as if she had just scored the winning run in a World Series game, and holding her shoulder-high. Enzo retreated backstage as he heard a man nearby call out amidst the chanting, “I can sense how people are feeling, too! I thought it was just me!” Enzo watched helplessly as the entire audience, along with his crew, carried a shocked, but ecstatic Cora, off-stage and out of the building through a side door that led to an alley.
“Where are you all going with her?” he asked. “Bring my guest back at once!” he shouted.
Once they were all gone, Enzo, who was visibly shaken, stood alone, scratching his head as the door they left through, clicked shut. He noticed the green light on one of the cameras and realized his show was still on the air. He did his best to compose himself, straightening his tie and combing his hair with his hand, approached the camera timidly while leaning down at the waist in order to be seen from its off-balance angle. At first, he showed a troubled look on his face, then flashed a smile like a used car salesman, and said, “And there you have it! I’m not quite sure what went on here today; your guess is as good as mine. Please join us again next week on ‘Tell Me About That’ – with, presumably a new crew – as we welcome a man who claims to own a cursed monkey lamp!”
Enzo’s smile faded as he stood up so only his torso could be seen, and then slowly walked away, with only the sound of his shoes tapping on the stage being heard. As he wondered off, the television audience could faintly make out the sound of Enzo muttering, “What in bloody hell was that about?” Then, after a moment, the transmission failed and the station went to static.
