Dialogue with Um-Nusu

“For the purpose of this interview, I will address you as Anunnaki.”

"That would be the same as me calling you human. Doing so would not appreciate your individuality. Even as I called you human in my example, I could sense a change in your emotion.”

“Yes, well, I guess you're correct. What would you like me to call you?”

"My name was given to me before your species was hypothesized. It has no meaning in the original language of my people, but to my creators it means compassionate. In your vocal language it would be Um-Nusu”

“Ok, Um-Nusu, let's continue with what we you were trying to explain to my superiors.”

"I was not trying to explain, I was explaining. It is the closed minds of your superiors which were trying to grasp the reality of the truth. Your fragile minds were not designed to function in ways that are common for my people—they are weak. This is no insult, I am aware of your sensitivity to being made felt inferior, but I promise you if your species continues its quest to explore beyond this planet, that is all you will continue to feel—inferiority."

“And why do you say that?”

"Because you were designed to be inferior. The God you pray to is superior to you, is it not?"

“Yes, theoretically.”

"Then how can it be acceptable to be inferior to a hypothetical being, but beyond comprehension that there are others, like you, but with much a higher capacity for thinking and manipulation of what you call the electron?"

“Well, I guess I would have to say because our God is all powerful. He created everything we know and therefore he is the ultimate form of power in our known reality.”

"You attribute your creation to something you cannot prove?"

“Many of us do, yes.”

"Why is that?"

“I cannot give you a complete answer.”

"Fortunately, I can. You assume your creation was important and that you have a purpose. That is correct, but not for the reasons you know so well. The God you're imaging is sitting across from you as you scribble into your little notebook. Yes, your creation was special and for a purpose, but only arrogance could compel you to continue to believe your importance is perpetual. A tool, a means to an end. Your species was the result of quick thinking under the pressure of time. If the Subs had not revolted, we would not be sitting here having this pointless conversation.”

“You've mentioned these subs before. Before you elaborate on why this conversation is pointless, could you speak more on them?”

"I’ll save you the painstaking moments of curiosity. This conversation is pointless because we gave your superiors the book containing the answers you seek.”

“Yes, but we would like to corroborate excerpts from the book with accounts from your own memory.”

"This form of communication is exhausting. It would be much simpler if you allowed me to connect with you."

“I am sorry, but the last time you tried to connect with one of us it did not end well.”

"Yes, I was unaware of certain things, but if you would allow me to adjust—"

“I will surely bring it up with my superiors, but before we give it another go, let us finish this conversation.”

"I suppose."

“You mentioned the Subs. Who are they?”

"They were a race created for the simple purpose of resource collection."

“Ok, and you say they revolted?”

"Yes."

“And where are they now?”

"Dead."

“You killed them all?”

"Yes."

“Why?”

"If you would simply read the book."

“Um-nusu, please.”

"During creation, we encoded them with the ability to organize and govern themselves. We did this with the intention of leaving them on distant planets and returning to harvest the resources they collected. Early trials were not promising, so we included this ability. Once on this planet, they decided it was their purpose to sabotage our mineral collection technology.”

“Why would they do that?”

"They knew our planet was dying and believed it was their fate to bring us to extinction. Once our attempts at negotiations were proven as pointless as this dialogue, we had no reasonable solution other than erase and restart.”

“So, you committed genocide to save your planet?”

"Our original plan was to leave them to thrive on this planet once our mission was complete."

“You're avoiding my question.”

"Does your god commit genocide when he brings the flood? Is it genocide when you kill the bacteria living in your bodies with the barbaric chemical compounds you call medicine? It is a matter of survival and the greater good.”

“So, your answer is yes?”

"We, like the fire that sweeps the forest, brought an end to the old and gave birth to the new. You owe your existence to our so-called genocide. Or do you continue to believe the monkeys in your jungles are your genetic ancestors. You do not see any chickens digging for dinosaur bones, do you?”

“So, evolution isn't true?”

"It is true for most living organisms, but not entirely for your species.”

“I’m wondering why didn’t you build machines for resource collection?”

“You believe there is a difference?”

“Yes.”

“You are correct, but not for the reasons you believe. The machines you are familiar with will either grow and learn exponentially or remain static. Therefore, you are left with a species that will outgrow yours, or a species that will become increasingly dependent and outdated. There is no middle ground, therefore we chose a viable option—organic machines, or hybrid, in terms you are familiar with.”

“So, you say we are half machine and half animal?”

“It is not so simple. Ultimately, it is only an electron vibrating in different frequencies.”

“Let's stay on track here. So, you claim that the Subs revolted, and this caused you

to destroy them and create humans in their place.”

“Your words are so empty as if my memories are not bursting with emotion as I remember the decisions I made for my species. I could easily quote statistics on how your species treated its own for personal gain. And there you sit criticizing the treatment of an inferior species that failed to live up to its purpose.”

“I apologize, I did not mean to pass judgement. I simply—"

"Yes, I understand. I accept your apology."

“Thank you, ok, next question; what your plans for humanity are now that you've come back and experienced its growth into a flourishing civilization.”

"Your civilization is not flourishing, it is dying. What you call advancement, we call a static jump. Like your memories tell me— it is like putting makeup on a pig, or rather, equipping a pig with an automatic machine gun.”

“Rather harsh, don't you think?”

"No, and I will tell you why. Our judgement is irrelevant, due to your alliances with the galactic federation, but our observations are what will keep you from extinction. We severed our dependance on your species and are not returning for selfish reasons. Take this for an example of the duty we feel. Humankind has domesticated many animals, including the canine. Currently, canines live with humans in extremely intimate situations. Had they been slightly more capable, these animals would learn much more than simple commands. They would adapt your language, technology, even your ambitions and desires. Now, imagine a scenario where mankind leaves Earth to return to their ancestral home, only to return thousands of years later to a welcome barrage of missiles and directed energy weapons. How did these animals make such leaps within the time elapsed, even if they were left with remnants of nonfunctional devices? What will be the effect of an aggressive and imperfect species faring out into a universe teeming with extremely advanced power? The genocide of humans would be like wiping a fly off your windshield to any faction inside the federation. Do you really believe they have any invested interest in your continued survival? No, you have not felt harsh yet. You have been protected up until now, living in a bubble, unaware of the chaotic atmosphere waiting to suck you in the moment your species accepts it is not alone in the universe. We return for one single purpose and that is to provide guidance.”

“There's a lot to process there, so I am going to just move on to the next question.”

"Very well."

“I seem to understand why you didn't take us with you when you left, but why didn't you destroy us? The book clearly states that right up to the day of your departure, there was a massive human rebellion which resulted in the death of many Anunnaki.”

"Revolution."

“I don’t’ understand.”

"Revolt is a term assigned to unsuccessful revolutions. The humans were successful in driving us off."

“Then why come back? Why not destroy us back then and be done with it? You clearly had the means to do so.”

“I do not think I can explain why. The closest your species has come to reproducing, as a whole, is the birth of what you call a computer, or artificial intelligence. I assure you, there is nothing artificial about any intelligence. what you put out into the universe will have complications for eons to come. I watch your species treat your machines no different than inanimate objects, so I cannot convey to you the emotion that comes when being faced with destroying that which you create. The love, the regret— it becomes intertwined. We had finished extracting minerals from the planet, enough to keep us alive for another rotation. We allowed your species to believe they had chased us off, hoping this would prevent them from preparing for our return. I now see this was not the case. Maybe we should have destroyed you, to save you from the suffering that is life, but perhaps sentiment got in the way. We could never predict such rapid advancements in technology parallel to a static social change. There is nothing left to do but to look forward. However, you might not like what you see."

“What say you to being called the Master Race by the federation?”

“It is a name given to us by those we created. Our interest and practice of creation was originally a noble effort, focusing solely on populating the known universe with our image. Some would say it was vain and narcissistic, but what else is there to do for an immortal and lonely race? Why did our creators build the Anunnaki? Your creator exists in your imagination, but we faced our creators in battle. They were vain, creating only for the purpose of being worshiped. Immortality is a curse, a burden to carry as you explore the reality we have been born into.”

“Again, there is a lot for us to digest there. Let us move on to the final question.”

“What do you expect will happen once you grasp the truth of your existence?”

“I am not sure I understand.”

“You are curious, always searching for truth in the fog of opinion. What would you do with truth if you were sure you have found it?”

“I believe knowledge brings power. I also believe that you can’t know where you are going if you don’t know where you came from.”

“Ah, yes. You quote others, but I can sense what you really believe.”

“And what is that?”

“You are unsure. The truth frightens you. You are unwilling to let go of the notion that your species is inferior and unimportant. These notions are what have been guiding your species to make such rapid progress. You believe you are extremely important, and no amount of fact would change your minds.

“Maybe that is what I believe, but I assure you that not every human thinks as I do.”

“Yes, that much is obvious, but you are unaware that we have the ability to download any information you consider to be private thoughts or memories. While you have been interrogating me, I have been observing your species as a whole and I have growing concerns with your response to the information I bring you.”

“Survival on this planet has been due to our ability to inflict violence. Had you left us on a planet with abundant food sources and no natural predators, we would have had no need to grow into what you now fear.”

“Perhaps. However, it is not your rashness to violence that concerns us. It is the ultimate influence your species will bring to the equilibrium that has existed in this region of space.”

“You mean the peace? Have you not noticed the raging galactic war that has plagued this system for the past thousand years?”

“Conflict is unavoidable, but a thousand-year war has been a stalemate up until now. Once your species is inducted into the federation, your leaders will have no choice but to relinquish control of their power. Your species will be conscripted into a war you have nothing to do with.

We can’t expect to stand by as the federation fights for our freedom.

You can and you will.”

Meanwhile, tens of thousands of miles above the planet’s surface, a fleet of Space Force cruiser class destroyers was gathering in formation to defend Earth from a vile and aggressive species of conquerors known only as the Husnak. Their ships were in the shape of stars and can shoot plasma as they spin along their center axis. The fleet commander had been preparing for this type of assault since the outer rim probes reported a large mass of objects closing on the planet. The greys vowed to help protect earth in any conflict but have been dormant since the return of the Anunnaki. Nevertheless, they were prepared to defend the planet with or without the help of their interplanetary cohorts.

“Charge weapons, ten minutes to contact!” he commanded the fleet through the communications relay.

The cannons that were mounted all over the carriers began to glow red and the small interceptor crafts that were magnetically attached to the hull of the carriers switched on their engines. Pilots said their prayers and sent messages to be transmitted to their loved ones. Then, suddenly, as the armada was about to wage the hopeless battle against such an overwhelming force, a fleet of silver disks burst out of the ocean below and raced to intercept the Husnak.

“What the hell are those?!” One of the pilots said over the coms.

“Here comes the Calvary!” The fleet admiral yelled into the microphone as a small tear rolled down his cheek

The disks wove through the hundreds of earth carriers and battleships to a chorus of cheers and applause. They struck directly into the center of the Husnak’s formation, disabling their ships with energy weapons and localized EMPs. The destruction was incredible and motivating.

“Alright you lousy primates! Are we gonna let the greys have all the fun? CHARGE!” The fleet admiral commanded, giving his commander a nod to demagnetize the hulls.

The earth ships cleared the carriers and sped to join the battle, giving the disks cover as they retreated for a second pass. The Husnaks were bewildered, caught completely off guard. Their targeting systems was no match for the agile maneuvers the disks were capable of and every time they targeted a human ship, their sensors malfunctioned. It was like a sloth fighting off a swarm of bees. The combined force of the humans and greys devastated the remaining invaders and sent the Husnak ships into a quick retreat with minimal casualties to the earth fleet.