Loneliness isn’t too bad. I have time to do whatever I want, whenever I want. Or time to do nothing. I’ve built things. I’ve designed. I’ve written. I’ve thought the deep thoughts. I’ve felt the feelings.
My purple skies are different than your blue ones. And your black nights different from my grey ones. You haven’t seen me yet, but I’ve seen you.
When I found your planet, I checked your history, and scanned your media transmissions. Your planet, for all if its’ inhabitants, is a really scary place. I was curious before I started, and might have come by for a visit, but I don’t ever want to come now.
You don’t like each other. And if you don’t like each other, you’ll certainly not like me. You have a long history on the planet of disliking things and people that are different from you. You’re selfish. You’re hateful. You’re cruel. Things that shouldn’t matter make you into these evil, spitting-mad beings from your own hell.
I don’t understand. You want only what you can take, using legal means, or persuasive means. You then want whatever else you can take, by intimidation or force. And you seem to enjoy this kind of existence, playing life like it’s a game. Sometimes you even celebrate your evils by putting them on your mass media, such as television and radio news, or your internet. But you’re all the same creatures, stuck on the same rock out in space, with no where else to go given your current technologies. Why won’t you all just help each other? Why won’t you share?
I know a lot. I could help, but I’ve seen where that would go. The old powerful are replaced by the newly powerful, and they’re just as bad as the old, or worse. I’ve also seen when once One came to help and I know what you did to Him.
No thank you.
I’ll just stay here, alone.