The Turrillian

By Matthew Risher

I remember the day when the Turrillians came.

Paul Porter is just your average dude. Sure, his world view shifted when the Turrillians came to Earth, but he never got caught up in the drama of politics or social challenges. He voted, that's about it.

The day he met Terri, everything changed.

"The Turrillian" is a short story about a human and an alien, and the way they change each other's lives forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jun 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9781329176812

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The Turrillian

The Turrillian

Copyright

Copyright © 2015 by Matthew Risher

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.

First Printing: 2015

ISBN 978-1-329-17681-2

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Cover design by Amanda Lee Anderson

Part One: The Turrillian

I remember the day when the Turrillians came.

It was a hot September evening. The 24th of September, 2004. I’d been working on my friend’s car all day, trying to figure out how to replace the alternator without busting up his serpentine belt, and we’d both gone down to our neighborhood bar for a cold beer. Apparently, that sort of job was relatively easy, but Eric and I weren’t exactly capable mechanics.

There we were, sweating it out on the patio, when one of the other patrons saw something on his phone and demanded that the bartender tune the TV to a news channel. We sat and watched with awe and fear as the whole world learned that aliens actually existed. I would dare say that human race collectively held its breath when the alien ship landed and made contact with us.

It’s a funny thing, the way these events turn out. The Turrillians had left their planet, a world named Brithe, after squandering its resources. Five massive spacecraft were created, and their entire species left for the corners of the galaxy, hoping to find a suitable planet to colonize. They had spotted Earth twenty-five years ago, and after monitoring our transmissions, they risked making contact.

Say what you might about America and its troubled culture, but the aliens chose to send an envoy to Washington, D.C. We were all surprised to find that they looked exactly like us, in every way, perhaps even more surprised by this than that they were peaceful. No green guys running around, no gigantic ships blasting apart the White House or the Empire State Building.

It’s funny how you always say If the terrorists hit again, I want so-and-so in the White House, but not everyone proclaims, If the aliens come, I want so-and-so in the White House. Honestly, I think the President did a great job. Once they sorted out how to communicate with each other (thanks, Google), the President invited their envoy, a Turrillian named N’chik Bova-sken, to meet with himself and other world leaders from U.N. member