It was the week of July 16, 1969 when we were getting the ship ready to launch into outer space. Apollo 11 was the ship’s name, and Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin, and I were the only three people on it. Life was great.
We were excited yet also nervous at the same time for this voyage. Excited for the journey yet nervous because we might not make it. Being that I was suspicious, I decided to take a walk around the ship so that I could put myself at ease. At first everything looked fine. I checked the engines. They were good. Checked the onboard radio transmitter. That was good too. However, there was something that I noticed and failed to mention before takeoff. I thought it was harmless at first, but it was quite serious, and could have been prevented. One of the screws was completely undone right next to the jets at the bottom of the ship. Which is also right next to where we sleep in our cry-sleep chambers. So I screwed it back on, and walked away. Didn’t think much of it at first, but I would soon regret that.
I woke up the next day. “ALL ABOARD!” Neil, who was the captain of this vessel, shouted at the top of his lungs over the loud speaker. Got up, and got dressed as fast as I could. Racing to be there on time. I get there, we pack up our belongings (you know space toothpaste, space toothbrushes, and specially prepared space food, the usual). And then they start the countdown. “10…9…8” the pressure rises as liftoff gets closer “5…4…3…2…1.” “BOOM” it was as if a million bombs had gone off at the same time. We hear nothing but the sound of jets lifting us further into the atmosphere. We got past all Ozone layers. We rode into outer space with almost no glitches!
Skip ahead to later that day (approximately 3 hours later). We were floating in the middle of the ship while opening our celebratory bottle of champaign (or, space bottle if you prefer). I noticed something off again. It was that same screw, only this time it was still on somewhat. I tightened it up, and called it a day. However, when I was on my way back to the cockpit which was where everyone else was, I stumbled across a container that had a message on it. It said “CAUTION: HAZARDOUS MATERIALS.” Not even bothering to wonder why they would store hazardous materials inside a spaceship, I continued floating back to the cockpit.
Anyway, let’s fast-forward to the next day. Or what we all thought was the next day even though we knew it wasn't because we were all in cryo-sleep for the past 5 days. It was now July 21st, 1969. To some of us, it is known as the day that man landed on the moon. However to others, it was the beginning of the end. 6 hours later we were exiting the ship, and according to history we were the first to do so. We started to walk for a bit. We took some pictures, and all of the sudden out of nowhere something almost alien-looking appears. It walks closer, and closer until it got close enough for us to make out a figure, and it was an alien! Actually there were two to be exact. They walked up to us, and asked “can we take a photo with you guys?” the others said no, but I said “Of course you can!” We get together to take the picture, and as soon as we were done I turned to them and asked “so, how did you guys get here?” “your spaceship” they said. “You see we came to your planet back when the events of Roswell happened. we were held captive by you guys for decades until suddenly we found a way to escape. We got out of Area 51, found a way into your ship via that unscrewed screw that you found, and then while you weren’t paying attention we were able to contact our home planet by using your radio transmitter so that we could alert them of our whereabouts, and thus prepare to attack your planet!”
With that being said, I am now writing this message from the inside of my bunker awaiting battle orders with the hope that someone will read it one day, and know the truth about how this war really started. Goodbye, everyone!
Sincerely,
Ridley Scott