Alien Realization
by Bruce Boston
By the time the government released the Alien for public consumption, he was already famous. Over the next several months--as he traveled, appeared on talk shows, at universities and public forums--his notoriety continued to grow. During this time the world through which the Alien moved was one of affirmation, ceremony and celebration: elegant parties, the finest food and wine, rides in limousines and flights in private jets. And always a rush of friendly words and smiling faces.
Here he was stranded light years from home, without the rapport of his soulmates, and he did not feel so stranded or alone after all. He began to think he could adjust to life in this new world, to accept its warmth and civility and the acclaim it offered him.
Then a strange thing began to happen, which was not so strange at all. Interest in the Alien began to wane. His naivete, even if it was genuine, could only be charming for so long. He couldn't say exactly where his native planet was in terms of our star charts. After all he was only a tourist. And when he spoke about that planet it was always in generalities. He never would reveal anything really significant about his native world. And perhaps most telling of all regarding his fading popularity, he certainly wasn't pleasant to look at: grossly pale, completely hairless, strangely wrinkled, with ears like mashed potatoes and not much of a nose at all.
