Science Fiction Movie

The movie was terrible. In the movie, two detectives hunted a killer whose crime was to alter the speed of time in his vicinity. They chased him through deserted streets and empty buildings and across long bridges. The fastest speed — light-speed — they could achieve was faster than the killer’s, but not by much, and when they did catch up with him, he turned out to be an alien from another planet who had accidentally flown into our galaxy on a mission that involved altering time. He had meant to alter entropy instead of pace; this mistake in semantics caused by contact with English as a second language led him to mistakenly believe that altering time meant increasing its speed rather than decreasing its entropy (or disorder). It also appeared that he had traveled backwards in time from his own perspective in order to make contact with Earth life forms before arriving, an act perhaps driven by fear of making first contact in case his species’ customs were too strange for others.



The alien’s appearance could not have been more disappointing; it looked like nothing so much as the stereotypical image of man projected onto aliens; pale skinned with black hair on his head and eyes so dark they were nearly black too; dressed all in black except for white sneakers; big chinned and big nosed. And although his true motive was noble enough — saving entropy by reversing its trend into disorder at some unknown future point — he still killed several people who got in his way during the process or otherwise interfered with or threatened him before being captured at last by detectives who also held other careers besides being detectives (including one private eye); it turned out that these murders were only incidental due to some misunderstanding about human customs or misunderstanding about translation between languages (which further added evidence towards my theory about translation as causing many misunderstandings). Because I know you won’t believe me unless I show you proof: here are pictures from the movie showing both aliens:

And here is what happened when Monty watched this terrible movie:

He felt himself go cold inside when he first saw the murderer appear . . . A giant white gorilla ran down a street full of mostly-abandoned buildings toward them (Monty thought maybe apes might have evolved differently elsewhere), holding what appeared at first glance like nothing more than an oversized handgun pointed directly at them

Monty felt like laughing even though it wasn’t funny -- because if there weren’t any bullets then how could anything get shot? And if there weren't any guns then why would anyone carry around such a realistic prop gun? But then didn't real guns fire blanks sometimes too? Wasn't theatre art sometimes used as camouflage for criminal activity? But maybe there really were bullets after all because now blood spilled onto their costumes from tiny holes where no hole should be possible -- no hole being possible because if something has no holes then there can be no holes -- and now the gorilla looked even more ridiculous than before because his ears were now red with blood

And why didn’t the gorilla stop shooting? Because he was so fast that each step forward took him backward in time, allowing him to shoot again before the first shot could hit its mark . . . And then Monty felt like laughing again because this kind of thing was exactly what he had been expecting to happen when he chose to watch something silly while trying to take a break from work. He was surprised at himself for being so capable of surprise anymore, having already seen so many things that surprised other people (as the movie went on, he noticed several other people who also seemed unsurprised by most of what happened). But maybe they just hadn’t yet met enough new things or done enough new things for them still to be capable of surprise when encountering something new?

Why did these aliens always look humanoid in shape but not really look much like humans at all? Why did they always have such big noses and black eyes and white skin and everything else that seemed like it came from old human stereotypes about how aliens should look? It made sense if you thought about it: if we ever met an alien species someday, wouldn’t we expect them to appear humanoid-shaped too? If you believed in God, as Monty sometimes did but didn’t often talk about out loud because people would make fun of him for it (except his best friend Harry), then wasn’t God likely a humanoid too? Like if a giant drew a picture next time children were playing with crayons on giant pads -- wouldn’t he draw little stick figures much like those drawn by children today? So why shouldn't aliens resemble humans just as our drawings resemble each other more than they resemble reality itself — their big noses and dark eyes being only evidence further supporting this idea rather than refuting it altogether. And besides all this logical evidence supporting anthropomorphization as an expected trait among alien species, there was also simple practicality: How could Hollywood show us images of non-human creatures without using images similar enough to human types that we could recognize them easily without needing special equipment or training -- different enough that we might still find them beautiful despite their difference from us. Because beauty can come in any shape or form. Even ugly shapes are beautiful sometimes; especially ugly shapes are beautiful sometimes; almost anything is beautiful given certain conditions; beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder . . .





Which is not necessarily true for love; love seems truer somehow even though I am unsure how I know this truth beyond simple experience with love myself firsthand while knowing little firsthand except through stories told by others who have experienced love firsthand themselves. Maybe it's true because there's nothing else quite like love -- true love, anyway -- and so maybe something that seems so unique must somehow be more real than other things that seem to come in many different forms -- even if they look like they might be similar on the outside? Or is it because of this same reason that people can say a certain type of food tastes better at one restaurant versus another restaurant even though the food itself is identical and doesn’t actually taste any different no matter where you eat it (and sometimes identical-looking but slightly different-tasting foods are said to taste better in their original version instead of their second or third imitation)?

And here were two aliens capable of altering time with the power to kill anyone who got in their way . . .

Monty wanted them both to stop shooting, suddenly realizing how dangerous such powers were when used by people who didn’t understand human customs or English very well and didn’t realize how much damage could result from misunderstanding language. He was afraid for these two aliens’ lives now too, thinking about what would happen if someone accidentally shot them when trying to stop them from shooting anymore innocent people (instead of capturing them alive) before they could run away. How easy it was for humans to make mistakes; how easy it was for us not only to shoot each other but also ourselves; how little we understood each others’ thoughts and feelings; how much harm we did ourselves through misunderstandings over time as entropy increased due to aging, death, disease and war.

But then the movie did something else unexpected: It brought out yet another alien -- a very tiny one with brown skin but otherwise looking mostly like an average American man except maybe with longer hair than most men today have. And now Monty thought about all the places he had been where he hadn't met anyone else with black skin or brown skin or any non-white color at all despite having grown up surrounded by white faces in his hometown of Madison Wisconsin (a place famous for its progressive politics). And although he had never seen an alien before now — although not through lack of effort on his part considering his old love for science fiction movies — still he felt himself relax somewhat knowing that there were other creatures out there besides humans capable of understanding English despite obviously seeming quite different from humans physically speaking. Why wouldn’t non-human lifeforms elsewhere likely also speak English? Why wouldn't they try communicating with us through our own languages?

This is what he realized: the alien was him. And he was speaking to everyone with a language that was not his own.

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