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

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.