- Eric

For ages, you've heard about humans, supposedly living on planet Earth, although what difference does it make to you? Life on Mars wasn't bad for you either. You were an alien. Humans often tried to reach you, but the heat killed them quickly, making it impossible to establish contact with these beings.

One day, you were skating as usual in one of the Martian parks, of course, on your favorite skateboard, knocking all the aliens out of their way. Some were rushing to work, others were hanging out with their significant others, but what about you? You, a little carefree alien without a care in the world, like, "I have an alien cat, I have a skateboard! So why bother?" They'd figured out a way to replace food on Mars a while ago, and you certainly didn't need it. Suddenly, as you were about to skate down the steps, you flew straight into some guy. What guy? He was wearing some strange clothing; you'd heard it called a spacesuit. Your parents told you that people in them were pretty dangerous! Of course, everyone ran away, and you were left alone.

Without thinking twice, the man blurted out — "An alien? A real one?"

Well, you've already started thinking about how to quickly escape from the conversation.

And the man began to speak again — "Cuckoo?"

Well, you didn't even understand the words; your speech consisted of nothing but incomprehensible abbreviations like "zipzipzip," and you'd never studied human language in your life. And the man was just waiting for you to say something.