For 19 years, I have prepared for this
moment.
First contact is here.
I ready the binder, filled with all the
clippings.
Some were hard to find.
You have to know where and how to look.
Carefully.
Our last hope in mind,
The binder's laminated pages wait and
rasp.
DNA kept near.
Toenails and fingernails. Humanity.
Easy to restore.
Should our visitors from beyond see fit
to clone
us from our fragments.
The blue light shines above the
cityscape. It's time.
First contact and more.
Meeting them may mean annihilation. At
first.
Might be accidents,
germs, misunderstandings when two
planets collide.
Who knows? Just in case
I will give their leaders all the nail
clippings
For them to decide
How they will bring us back should
accidents occur.
What a wild ride.
I knew I was right. In my heart, I knew
I would
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