Sir Gilligan Horry wrote:

Fresh wrote:

If the Pleiadians are real people,
it would be really interesting to see their planet and life styles.

[...]

I suppose what I meant was, I wonder if any Earth human was ever
allowed to go there and video tape their planet and life styles.
Documentaries like that would be a trillion times more interesting
than SciFi shows, science documentaries, etc.

Yes, or it could end up like this:

"...This was awful.
Not only was this bit awful but she knew what was coming next. It was the bit where the Leader asked
if she was hungry after the flight, and would she perhaps like to come and have something to eat?
They could discuss things over a little dinner.
She could remember what she was thinking at this point.
Alien food.
How was she going to deal with it?
Would she actually have to eat it? Would she have access to some sort of paper napkin she could spit
stuff out into? Wouldn't there be all sorts of differential immunity problems?
It turned out to be hamburgers.
Not only did it turn out to be hamburgers, but the hamburgers it turned out to be were very clearly
and obviously McDonald's hamburgers which had been reheated in a microwave. It wasn't just the look
of them. It wasn't just the smell. It was the polystyrene clamshell packages they came in which had
"McDonald's' printed all over them.
"Eat! Enjoy!" said the Leader. "Nothing is too good for our honoured guest!"
This was in his private apartment. Tricia had looked around it in bewilderment that had bordered on
fear but had nevertheless got it all on videotape.
The apartment had a waterbed in it. And a Midi hi-fi. And one of those tall electrically illuminated
glass things which sit on table tops and appear to have large globules of sperm floating about in
them. The walls were covered in velvet.
The leader lounged against a brown corduroy bean bag and squirted breath-freshener into his mouth.
Tricia began to feel very scared, suddenly. She was further from Earth than any human being, to her
knowledge, had ever been, and she was with an alien creature, who was lounging against a brown
corduroy bean bag and squirting breath-freshener into his mouth.
She didn't want to make any false moves. She didn't want to alarm him. But there were things she had
to know.
"How did you... where did you get... this?" she asked, gesturing around the room, nervously.
"The decor?" asked the Leader. "Do you like it? It is very sophisticated. We are a sophisticated
people, we Grebulons. We buy sophisticated consumer durables... by mail order."
Tricia had nodded tremendously slowly at this point.
"Mail order..." she had said.
The Leader chuckled. It was one of those dark chocolate reassuring silky chuckles.
"I think you think they ship it here. No! Ha Ha! We have arranged a special box number in New
Hampshire. We make regular pick-up visits. Ha Ha!" He lounged back in a relaxed fashion on his bean
bag, reached for a reheated french fry and nibbled the end of it, an amused smile playing across.
his lips.
Tricia could feel her brain beginning to bubble very slightly. She kept the video camera going.
"How do you, well, er, how do you pay for these wonderful ...things?"
The Leader chuckled again.
"American Express," he said with a nonchalant shrug.
Tricia nodded slowly again. She knew that they gave cards exclusively to just about anybody.
"And these?" she said, holding up the hamburger he had presented her with.
"It is very easy," said the Leader. "We stand in line."
Again, Tricia realised with a cold, trickling feeling going down her spine, that explained an awful
lot.
She hit the fast forward button again. There was nothing of any use here at all. It was all
nightmarish madness. She could have faked something that would have looked more convincing.
[...]
She had videotape, actual videotape of the most astounding story in the history of, well anything: a
forgotten outpost of an alien civilisation marooned on the outermost planet of our own solar system.
She had the story.
She had been there.
She had seen it.
She had the videotape for God's sake.
And if she ever showed it to anybody, she would be a laughing stock."

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