This star you Earthlings now call home. I was there when you called Earth home. We watched you, grunting at one another with wooden clubs, and we laughed. To us, you were a bloodsport. When you hosted your own bloodsports, that was better. A win-win situation. We both enjoyed your deaths, the little apes stabbing and beating and choking. Early on, you called us "gods". Exalted us, built these great big temples, and killed eachother over us.
Yeah, the one you called Osiris.
Or the one you called Zeus.
You? You called him Odin.
But we're all the same. And we watched you.
You know, early on you were fun.
But then bad things started happening. First you made the "car". Yeah, you guys don't live with CO2. Then you started killing eachother for bad reasons. Mostly 'cause of power. Other times 'cause you idiots starting messin' with fusion or fission. Or both. Or some looney taking up... Eh, what is it? Well whatever, the pretty looking chair; and he'd go crazy. Start shooting everything up that wasn't right by his standards. So lemme put it simple for you:
Killing for fun: good.
Killing for us: good.
Killing because they're different: Very bad.
You know, I was alive for three of those little disputes. The entire eastern hemisphere was up in flames. That was very bad. The fourth time? The only chance you ever got at an untainted piece of rock was ruined, you know, the fourth time. So we started intervening.
Sent some ships down to keep you in line. Before, it was all hush-hush about us. Your loonies that you were okay with running the "government" thought we were something worth hiding. Anyways, so you started firing off these little rockets. And from our view, they were gettin' a little too close. They would come up, almost into orbit, amd break into pieces. Next thing you know, we start seein' a load of mushrooms sproutin' up here and there. So we helped. Sent some ships.
And we disabled them.
We have the technology.
They said it was "an act of God" or somthin'. Just like old times, we thought. We thought you were gettin' better. Until you started pumpin' out space ships and checkin' up the surrounding space. So we went into hiding. And you governments assured the citizens, "No aliens, no aliens at all."
And we laughed.
And we watched.
That's another thing! Government.
You'd never guess we had a tribal structure could you? One chief, and then followers. Sure, we had some elders for the chief to heed the opinions of, but he was the chief. End decision: always his. Ever since we got some brains, there's been peace. And so we watched you. And that united us. It would be like taking turns. Our planet makes a turn, we don't get to watch you apes blast eachother to Neptune and back, but the others do. And we're happy. And we build a monument, you know, that pyramid? It was a center for us. For socialization. You know, for the chiefs to talk their business too. Under the stars, big glass pyramid. Ha! You idiot humans wondered about it. It had stood for ages, we weren't gonna tear it down 'cause of your suspicions. We threw some dirt over it, and you though it was a "natural" formation. Hoo! That was a fun day on your "AOL".
"Alien structure found! Officials befuddled!"
But once the fighting really started...
Once you started pumping ships into space. And yeah, like I said, we hid. Went underground. Diggin' wasn't hard. Soon enough we had planet-wide tunnels, hookin' together all the tribes we knew of.
Time went by.
Above us, we heard fighting. Didn't wanna come out. Just said, "It'll pass. They'll kill themselves quickly enough."
We got a long life.
In my childhood, I'd see lots of you guys die. Next thing I know, I'm checkin' up on a group of people who I like, I say, "Hey, that kid looks just like his great-grandpa." Just in my childhood. A hundred years was considered a short enough time in life. Spent in stasis, it was even shorter.
So later on, right? Huge fleet of ships. We're havin' fun watching you all fight. Then all of a sudden, we see a couple of these things. Big things. Like whales, you know, the things you idiots all killed off? Bright idea that was, most beautiful animal on Earth, and you morons wanna gut them for oil. Anyways, these huge ships, come blasting through the blockade. Then, disappear! Our techies said you had a load of lifesigns on board along with a bunch of cryo-ware. On all of them! Believe me, there were quite a few. Then we see you zap off into the sky. Our techies again check the systems. Sirius? What'cha want with that star, we asked.
So we sent 'bout ten pilots from each tribe. In our little space-bugs. Or at least they look like space-bugs. Like the ones we found on that planet in Alpha Centauri. Those things wouldn't even talk. Just popped outa' the ground all screechin' and it started attackin' us. But anyway... We sent some pilots, 'bout ten a piece, right?
So I figure theres about 300 or so of us, we hop in our stasis tubes, and start flyin' to Sirius. To check you guys out. Last thing I remember, the crystalline stasis material was washin' up my legs. My chest. Now I'm here.