“Don’t tangle with the Aster Supremacy!” Indominus growled.
“You puny humans can’t win. You have tiny brains, stiff limbs, and you can’t breathe under water or in space! Can you braid your legs? No. We are the superior beings!”
The rotund human with his feet up on the table didn’t look impressed. “So do you want a tank for the act, because we’ve done the lone alien bit before, and it doesn’t sell like it used to.”
Indominus wilted and untwisted his legs. He’d always dreamed of joining a human circus, and it seemed ironic that his people had chosen to start their invasion by targeting a traveling carnival. (They thought the word would spread faster if they commandeered an elephant.) Human broadcasts displayed clear fascination with contortionist abilities, and though Indominus was pretty average among his own kind, he could turn heads on Earth. He would have been a big fish in a small pond had his people not declared war with the orcas last year.
“I’d prefer a tank,” Indominus sighed, pressing his beak to his water tank, inhaling some fresh water, and pushing it out through his gills. It felt nice to feel the water running down his skin. Earth air only felt nice when the humidity broke sixty percent. “But I’m not sharing with the fish.”
“How’d you do that with the water? Is it a birth defect or did you get implants to sell this act?” the man asked, watching the glistening water drip off of Indominus’ elbows.
Indominus turned to show off his gills. “Neither. I’m an actual alien and my race plans to take over your planet. We’ve nearly conquered the oceans, and by next year, this whole continent will be submerged. That’s why I only suggested a six month contract.”
“Fair enough,” the man said. His apathy was intriguing. The circus had always held great fascination for Indominus, but it seems this man was so accustomed to the amazing, he wasn’t impressed by anything. Even a supreme alien race. Indominus felt a rising urge to conquer the man and make him see wonder. He twisted his arms and legs, then sprayed water from his gills.
“Ok, kid. You’re hired. There’s a mop in the hall,” the man said, barely looking up from his computer.
Indominus was appalled. He felt the venom pooling in his cheeks and he stalked to the hall. He could kill this man, but then he’d have to find another circus. He only had six months left to live out his dream and this was where it started!
~FIN~
Special thanks to today’s contributing artist, Lillian Mesarch.
No comments:
Post a Comment