The Giant

63,000 years ago; I’m climbing up a cliff to send a message to our ship. I’m wearing my usual space suit which I’m thinking now was a mistake because I’m feeling so hot in it. It’s so humid in here. I’m with the team of Pleiadian scientists who was in charge of cultivating this island, but I have joined them recently. It was my dream job, I have being wanting to visit the Earth since a long time ago. All my school projects included something that had to do with Earth. Now I’m struggling with the heat and have started to rethink it a little bit.

I’m on the top now, and I’m going to now send the message about the results of the cultivation. Some of the life forms they had started here have been extinct, but overall the situation looks good. I am sending the message by transferring my thoughts to the ship. Although it’s the first time I’m doing this I’m pretty confident; one of the reasons I was hired for this job was that I was good at this. But this time before sending the message I lost my focus and couldn’t do it. What distracted me was a movement in the trees below the cliff where I stand. I wait to see what it is, my hand near my waist where I hold my weapon, wishing I won't have to use it. I don’t want the first day of my job to start with killing. When it comes out to have a better look of me I get a chance to get a better look too. It’s a little person, and Earthling. I sigh mentally in relief. It won’t hurt me, probably just curious. It says something to people behind him, they are hidden within the trees and I can’t see them. My thought transferring device - which is also a intergalactic translator sends the translation directly to my head; “Tell them it’s one of those red-haired giants!” What did he call me? I thought at first, but then the realization dawned on me and made me almost smack my forehead. Of course they would call me that, it’s not them who are “little people”. It’s their planet, so they are normal size and I’m the.. what did he call me? A red-haired giant. I should never let anyone know, especially my smart-ass brothers, or they will call me that till the day I join the galactic council. Or maybe even after that.