Of Aliens, Eleven — Stephen Donald Huff

Are we alone in the universe? To date, all indications tell us we are, in fact, the only intelligent form of life currently inhabiting our Milky Way Galaxy, at least. Aliens may survive in government laboratories, but they are naturally difficult to record with any convincing fidelity. Yet, yesterday's far-out conspiracies too often become today's startling headlines after a bit of unwanted exposure. Pause one moment now to take note of a shadow-bound summons. Your paranoid shade whispers. Of bright lights on calm nights; of tasks at hand delivered with a foreign understanding and unspeakable demands; of cosmic desperation in dying hopes; of patented cover-ups, government surveillance gone mad and invasions that challenge human imagination; of a future bound by irrepressible technological achievements, and of the hapless souls left to linger in the aftermath when it all goes wrong; such twisted threads weave life's strange tapestries. Of sinister happenings, here find abundant evidence, and of aliens, eleven.