Can I Write This Too Though? Like Its Such A Wonderful Idea.

can I write this too though? Like its such a wonderful Idea.

To everyone who keeps making metaphorical stories about aliens being connected to race, and humans judging them based on their skin color: 

You know nothing of this world, this universe, or Javert!

Yes, yes, the ‘aliens are a different color’ trope is great and you can get a lot of commentary out of it. After all, we humans do hate things that are a different color than peach.

But do you know what else we humans hate?

We humans hate anything other than the normal ‘body’.

Give me an Earth - no, no, not just the broad Earth, give me a high school - where a few different groups of aliens are there as part of the universal foreign exchange program, and the human students are having a field day.

Give me bullies who taunt all of the aliens. Give me an administrative body that does nothing. “Well, humans will be humans.” Give me parents who teach their children that it’s alright to stare at the aliens. Give me a metaphor so blunt that you’re all probably groaning.

Give me all of this.

And then give me a group of disabled kids who come to the aliens’ defense.

Give me an alien who can’t see, who cannot possibly grasp the concept of seeing, who doesn’t know what the big deal is about seeing. And then give me a blind kid who’s like, “Yeah, I don’t get what the big deal is, either. But you’re never going to survive on this planet without having some sense of where you’re going. Here, try this.”

“IS IT A WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION?”

“…Close. It’s called a cane. No, no, it’s not - you don’t have to - okay, seriously, stop poking everyone with it.”

*Poke poke*

“That’s literally doing nothing.”

*Poke poke*

“You’re not injuring anyone.”

*Poke poke*

“I’m pretty sure you’re poking the lamp.”

Give me an alien who doesn’t walk, so much as it slithers. And it gets along well with a boy in a wheelchair, who really regrets letting it borrow said wheelchair because it somehow turned it into a nuclear-powered mini spaceship that travels down the hallways at the speed of light. (”I was in the bathroom for like two minutes.”)

Give me an alien who is over-stimulated and begins creating weird sonic waves from its mouth, before an autistic girl covers him with a weighted blanket, completely pacifying him.

Give me a girl with behavioral issues who talks to an alien with behavioral issues and is like, “I’ll tell you what; I’ll promise not to punch Jane “Homecoming Queen” Doe in her face, if you promise not to destroy the entire east side with the push of a button.”

Give me a boy with a prosthetic arm and leg building a prosthetic arm and leg for a very excited alien, who doesn’t know how to thank them enough.

Give me an alien who is really, really, really, really, really confused because what do you mean you have a machine that keeps your life source from exploding, what is this maker of paces, you humans are hard core.

Give me an alien who is equally confused because what do you mean she can’t hear? Her hearing appendages are right there? I see nothing wrong with them?

And then give me the alien parents who are the biggest soccer moms of the galaxy and find out that the other kids were picking on their children and are ready to blow up the entire world before the aliens are like, “No, look, it’s cool, these humans don’t pick on us.” “Yeah, they’re cool.” “Besides, they give us weapons of mass destruction.” *Poke poke*

Somebody give me this!

Wait a minute, I’m an author!

I’ll give it to myself.

And also to all of you.

Stay tuned.