All Chapters of After 200 years: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Well, at least after a while the holy silence of space subsided in us. We just looked, were satisfied and kind of happy. A splash of color appeared in the distance. At first we didn't pay any attention to him. Too many brightly shining, even glistening giant stars caught our attention. Inaccessible far away. Many fairy tales have grown up around them in our people. Now we were floating past it. No wonder a small blue-green blob went unnoticed at first. Uranus also glows green, but there is nothing wrong with the little one.The colors became more concrete. As a person, I would put it this way: As if painted on porcelain, in contrast to the transparency of how the universe was presented to us. Something like that. Gradually our whole association was captivated by the spectacle of the slowly rotating, finely colored planet, with a wafer-thin layer of atmosphere around the outside, which made itself magical in the light of its sun. Voices grew loud. "What is that?" "Is that the

When we thought we had got to know everything, we met people. They looked different, wore themselves differently, murdered differently, were also more intelligent than any living being we had met before. The most amazing thing about them: They couldn't see us. At first we thought that these are rude and not very lovable beings because they simply ignored our warm greeting gestures. We stood very close in front of them, ready to take them in, all our love struck them. But they remained indifferent, simply went about their business or talked to one another. As if we weren't there. I have to say, that hurt us badly. Offended, we let our covers touch their bodies to show them our contempt. No effect. They didn't notice anything. That is, one or the other often held their heads and complained of pain. "This is that hair dryer again, it makes me very sick," they said. And: "Yes, I notice it in my heart again. It stings and pumps like crazy again!" We didn't mean any harm to them. Neither

 also made a small objection. "Don't we want to group ourselves in such a way that the samples sit in the middle? I just mean because of the better overview." By the way, my name is 'Schick' - a coincidence of fate. Because my life consists of so many coincidences like no other. Even my creation was a coincidence. From then on, coincidences shaped me en masse, I know almost no normal development that everyone else goes through. It's not always pleasant. One attracts attention because the reactions are different than when one is accepted piece by piece into the harmony of our people. Even my thoughts often seem to come into me purely by chance. If I didn't like life so well, I would have every reason to hide so as not to bother others with my being. But the joy of life always comes through. Sometimes I think I'm more happy than anyone else. Because of the many coincidences. They give me more reason to do so. Also because it's so amusing. Oh, basta, I'm 'sent', you may find out m

Undoubtedly, it was not the most pleasant thing for our living images to be as quiet as a mouse. A living fellow from our people resided in all of these forms that we had brought with us, which were now so nicely arranged at the foot of the conscious mountain. They could move, flutter around like us, but that would not have changed the shape in which they were in the slightest. E.g. our sleeping girl. Mutun, who had turned into it, was unable to move a finger on his own. As a sleeping girl he had floated down with her and willingly taken the place assigned to him in the blooming garden. A heated discussion was already developing between him and the flowers on which he was resting. The people who were in the flowers apparently complained. Their conversation grew louder and louder. Or rather more intensely. Sounds cannot be created here because we have no atmosphere. Our language works differently. But I won't go into that now, it would be too cumbersome. I prefer to use earthly expre

Now it is not the case that everyone is equally nice and nice with us, as one might assume after the foregoing. It's true that we all like each other and that we prefer to be with many. But there are also characters among them that are often difficult to understand. Yes, I even have the feeling that some will be eliminated after a while if they behave too abnormally. You just don't meet them anymore. Of course, they are not exactly criminals, but because they are different they harm our people. And we do not tolerate such a thing.Because I have such a suspicion. I'll come up with it soon!The pioneers were very proud of the fact that it was they who first initiated the journey down to earth and secondly possessed the courage to transform themselves and others into these many, many forms of existence. Now they strutted in front of the wise men and almost overturned explanations. Even the soil samples, condemned to sit still, no longer remained silent. Suddenly bursts o