Saucers over our battlefields -- that's all

Saucers over our battlefields -- that's all we need to know. They never came down to shame us. "Not quite ready," they probably wrote in their notes. Emanators watched the Saucer P

turn into a Saucer Q, then an R. What were they trying to tell us? The Saucer R then slowly turned into an L, then a perfect circle, then an L again. It was in that moment that

a smiley appeared to wink at me and then the QR code appeared. My retina chip registered it before I could react. It was the Saucer's death code. I had 24 hrs left before my cells

would begin to consume each other until they were too big for my bloodstream. I immediately pinged the Virus Control Center and received a standardized response.

"Wash you hands after blowing your nose," chanted the robonurse. A kleenex popped out of the slot and a squirt of sanitizer caught me in the left eye. My plasma regained its mome

-ntum, then Robonurse asked me if I needed some more Soma15Plus. "No, I feel fine." Robonurse said, "Excellent, I have them right here, say ah." Then she plunged her pillery

Into the fist I made out of anger.

It worked out much better than having made it with mashed potatoes. How would they keep their shape at such high speeds? Did I moisturize with a gravy or aloe vera? Yeah, anger was

best appeased by a heaping plate o' spuds. And in space, no-one can smell their own feet. I don't know what this has to do with the story, but there it is. Melted butter dripped

from someone's plate and turned into a solid lump that floated through the spaceship. "Butterball!" yelled four NASA astronauts, myself included. It was all in good fun.