
–Look over there, Lieutenant Highly. That one! What a beauty!
The captain motions as the planet emerges into view. I nod, turning my periscope towards the planet below me. I have been guiding this ship through the galaxies for years, but it is always the little earth planet that I enjoy coming back to. The surface shows a bluish-green little planet, which is not very impressive at first glance, but something draws me to it. The captain fiddles with a few buttons on her console and points again to the planet called Earth. Bulleted listings of assignments are lasered onto my duties roster in .002 seconds. The planet’s neighborhoods zoom into view, though I am aware that our invisibility remains.
–Watch those little earthlings there, who create the greatest show for us. Do you see that one? It has created a hole in the thing that it is eating, and doesn’t even seem to realize. Highly found these intriguing and tried to learn about these little things, called dough-nuts.
–I think all of them are nuts. The captain comments. Or at least a little nutty.
They shuffle on the ground below us, living so many kilometers below, but blown up on our screen are figures so close that we can almost touch them.
–Then that one over there. The one waving? He comes over to that spot every day and does that little wave, but the girl that he is waving at never sees him, and when they are passing in the school corridors, he is too embarrassed to make eye contact. Tomorrow I’m summoning Trinity over there —Trinity waves from her controls— to pose as her and give him a wave.
–Speaking of eye contacts, that lady loses one of her contacts once a week and spends several minutes outside of her brick dwelling searching in the one spot that she will never find it. That is the place where our mechanic collects the newish plastic things that he uses to change his eye color, and he was very successful with both a blue and a brown tinted last visit.
Movement in the corner of the screen catches my eye. I point to it and continue narrating the plan for the captain.
–This human has probably the worst issue yet. That young man, the one in the orange sneakers, lost his tickets to the rock concert. He will never find them because his sister stole them off his desk and is going with her boyfriend next week. What she doesn’t know is that Trinity is going to sneak them from her backpack on the bus and give them to a squirrel, who likes to bury things.
–That runner down there likes to tie her shoes. She does it at least three times each outing, especially when she’s on her long run. I am going down there tomorrow and will give her this little device that the director made.
–Isn’t that interfering?
–No, not in the strictest sense. I won’t present it to her directly, but she might just conveniently find it on the bottom step to her porch. It’s something that will save her time on her next long run. Sometimes humans need us to think for them.
–Then this one, pay attention to it the most. This husband is picking up his phone to yell at his wife, but what he doesn’t know is that his wife is in the middle of moving offices and will miss his call. We’ll be there to give him a cheerful message that will immediately be erased from his mind. His wife will know nothing about it, so by the time she comes home, he’ll be happy, and she’ll be in a good mood because she got a raise.
–Ah, I see. A joyful intervention of sorts.
–Exactly. And this last one is in reference to that man at the top of the ladder. Do you see that he is going up there to get that kitten? What he doesn’t know is that the kitten is tired of being up there anyways and he just needs the closeness of a human to give him the courage to climb down, using Ken the lookout as his help, of course.
–These humans don’t know what they miss, and whose lives they interfere with by their daily activities. There is more to their oblivious lives than meets the eye. The question is whether or not they realise it...?
About the Creator
Hannah Marie.
Storytelling Through Art.
My goal is to show experiences in a meaningful way through short stories and hand-drawn sketches.
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—Hannah Marie.



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