We were under the
strictest orders: observation only, no contact. The reasons had been carefully
considered. Given their primitive emotional development, it was posited that
contact could trigger mass hysteria which could result in aggressive deployment
of their basic, but reasonably effective, weapons. Some had nuclear capability
and, although it was laughably backward, our administrators did not want to
give them cause to use it.
I was not privy to the
administrators’ intentions. Were they planning a policy of observation and
containment or considering colonisation by stealth?
In hindsight, I was
culturally aberrant, but I got caught up in the excitement. As our surveillance
subjects would say: “I just couldn’t help myself.”
The manual is clear on
all aspects of what is deemed contact. Covert acquisition of cultural artefacts
is forbidden also. My advocate argued that replication of a currency did not
constitute acquisition, but this was dismissed as a semantic argument.
I needed to use money and
that was unknown to our culture. Also, I had to disguise myself so as not to be
detected nor cause alarm.
It seemed a simple enough
ruse on my part. These stockbrokers are used to dealing with wealthy Saudis and
they consider large cash transactions as no more than a cultural preference.
The problem came when I
was back aboard the Mother Station. My roommate blanched when he saw the large
cache of Facebook shares I had attempted to hide.
Great seeing you flashing, Andrew! Hope you are enjoying your National Flash Fiction Day! See you back in the land of poetry soon enough...
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