Alien DNA - is the Truth Stranger than Fiction?

Bob decides to go the library, where he can ruminate in peace. He saw on the news that scientists now think we might have DNA. That some humans have origins from beyond this planet. Bob has suspected this for years, but has been too bogged down by the minutae of daily life to explore anything including his own mind. Bills, kids, and taxes take up most of his waking thoughts, and there is nothing left for Bob at the end of the day.

He decides to research how you know you have alien DNA. This is the list that Bob discovered:

1. Have had paranormal experiences

2. Feeling homesick for a place that doesn't exist

3. Believing you have a higher mission

4. Highly sensitive

5. Don't fit in with mainstream society

6. Animals and children are drawn to you

7. Vivid dreams

8. Telepathic abilities

9. Age well

10. High pitched ringing in ears

11. Have a natural understanding of the universe

Bob is floored by this. He thinks that he has all, if not most, of these characteristics. His girlfriend is always telling him that he ages well, but he doesn't believe it. He doesn't see himself the way others see him, he is beginning to realize. Animals and children are drawn to him, and he is very sensitive. He's always been homesick for a place that doesn't exist.

He looks at himself in the mirror. He sat there with a gleam in his bright blue eyes; he had never even noticed how piercing his eyes were before. His skin was bronze from his job in the sun, never ruddy, just golden. His work shirt was a bright orange tank top with the sleeves cut off. His biceps still bulging from his glory years. Tatoos on his skin showing off a life well-lived. Maybe his girlfriend is right. Maybe he is sexy. He's just been focusing on his failures too much, and not the mission ahead of him.

Animals and children have always been drawn to him. Always - and he doesn't even know why. Just the other day at the aquarium, the fish all seemed to be following him as he moved around the tank. There was a shark that was stalking him in the tunnel aquarium. Well, maybe stalking isn't the word, but animals are always drawn to him. Especially dogs. His girlfriend calls him the dog whisperer because dogs just seem to listen to him no matter what. He might only know the dog for a day, but he can whip any untrained dog into shape.

He certainly doesn't fit into mainstream society. That is the understatement of the year. He's been in a band, he's had trouble with the law, he's an only child - he's a lot of things but not basic, not mainstream. He calls himself a jack of all trades, master of none, but his girlfriend calls him a Renassaince Man. That he is like Leonardo Da Vinci. As Mark Twain once said, I can live for two months on a good compliment. He's never had a girlfriend so complimentary before. Maybe he does have it going on. Now he feels good, and he looks good.

He's going to come back to the library later to do further research. It says that there are four different types of alien DNA. Now he must know what the types are. Now he can go home and daydream before he goes to sleep. He's going to daydream about Mars tonight. Hell, he can dream all day.

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He arrives home. He has dilapidated house close to the center of town. Sometimes he loves the location. Close to his favorite bar, close to a park system; he's the king of the castle here. The master of his domain.

He opens the door. The room is stale with the smell of cigarette smoke. There are bass guitars from his days in cover bands. There are all of his toys as well. He loves his RC cars. He is a bit of hoarder, but all of the stuff he has saved comes in handy at some point in his life. Wires here, remotes there, a coffee table of chaos. He gets the house dark to avoid the despair.

He stops the negative thinking. He reminds himself that his plan is to daydream about Mars tonight, and to research alien DNA tomorrow. He needs sleep more than anything. He's so tired he could spit, as his mother used to say. He climbs into his bed, and begins to fantasize about a life on Mars.

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Mars is the fourth rock from the sun. It's a dead planet now, but it once had life. It could have life now for all we know. Because of the strong presence of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere, the sunsets on Mars are blue. He wonders what it would be like to star gaze on Mars. What would Mars' moons, Phobos and Deimos, look like from Mars?

He read somewhere that are remants of Mars on Earth. He can't remember the particulars, but there is a giant crater on Mars, left by a huge interplantary collision. Surely, there must some of Mars on Earth. And stop calling me Shirley.

The atmosphere is so thin that any astronaut would die instantly about without a spacesuit. It, like every other rocky planet, has highs and lows in its terrain. Olympos Mons is the largest volcano in the solar system. It has a surface area greater than the state of Arizona. It obviously has potential for it be human's second destination. The fact that it has methane now, means that there could still be life on Mars today. Maybe they are living underground, maybe ....

He drifts off into a quiet slumber.

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He awakes with a start. He looks at the clock and sees it's 5:30 a.m. Off to another day landscaping, working his dick into the ground. Fuck is he crabby today. He's got so much information in his head, that he really should join a trivia night somewhere. He thinks to himself:

Get a job. Go to work.

Get Married. Have children.

Follow fashion. Walk on the pavement.

Watch TV. Obey the ungodly laws.

Act normal. Save money for old age.

Now, repeat after me: “I am free!”

A distracted population is an obedient population.

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Humans will be destroyed by an unseen force; it's an it. It's the next level in the human evolution. How will we be able to tell who's our enemy and who is our friend? Americans have to stop fighting each other. There are bigger fish to fry than the guy next door. Yes, it's the end of the world as we know it, and Bob is anything but fine.

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To be continued...