A Flaw in the Pattern - Pt. 5

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/Is freedom the freedom to say two and two make five?/ Quite a while had passed since Tony had started his notebook, and he was almost fully convinced of the alien theory. He still had some doubts, but none of his questions could be answered just yet. He didn’t have any proof of aliens existing, but he didn’t have anything to disprove the idea. All he had were some good theories and ideas made by him and the voice. Everything about the notion was practically perfect, but nothing could be made certain. He would need physical proof of some sort before he could be sure. Then he would finally be sure, and he would do something about it. All he needed was evidence. “But what evidence…?” He mumbled to himself as he walked home one afternoon from work. /Tony… Look up./ “This again?” He asked the voice, though he was more intrigued than annoyed this time. /Look up, look up, look up!/ And so he did, and… There was an alien spaceship in the sky. He yelped and took a step back in shock. It was undeniable, it had to be an alien ship! There was nothing like it in the whole world. It hovered in the air, impossibly still, shining silver in the light. There were some flashing lights around the edges, glowing every few seconds. It looked nothing like any human aircraft or vehicle ever made. Tony stepped back and looked around to see if anyone had seen the spacecraft too, but no one else was looking up at it. He almost wanted to tell everyone else, but he feared he might get in trouble somehow. Instead, he ran back to his apartment as fast as he could. When he arrived, he opened up his notebook and started writing furiously. ‘I’ve finally seen one!’ He jotted down, ‘A real UFO, right above me! It’s all true, I was right! The voice was right!’ He stopped for a moment. ‘The voice was right all along…’ he thought. It had told him about the aliens, and it had told him to look up. It had tried to warn him, and all he did was argue. But after this, he knew he would never want to argue with the voice again. Of course he wouldn’t, it was right so often. /Aliens are out there./ Tony nodded. ‘Aliens are out there.’ For once, he didn’t want to fight with it. He and the voice were in full agreement. /The end…?/

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