Hi my name is Fred Works. I am about to tell you a story about extraterrestrial life. It is the year 2040 and I am a CIA, agent working on the Little Green Men project. My story starts at the top of Mount Everest in a lab with the world’s best scientific tools. We have been getting radio signals from a very far off rock in the middle of the universe. We are trying to figure out what they mean because their language is very different from ours. They want to meet us and, see our planet; this is as much of fifteen signals we have figured out.
      We are starting to figure out when they will be visiting. So far we have gotten the first three numbers, which is 352. Hopefully, the year is 3520. That way, we won’t forget. Even though, a couple of years won’t matter on 1480 years. These guys expect to be about five inches tall and very fat, maybe fifty pounds apiece. That would be very heavy for a five-inch tall extraerrestrial being.  They are aslo expected to be green and very intelligent. We expect this because where they come from has a very high gravitational pull.
It is now the year 2055. One night while I was watching the sky I saw a very bright light and it was the Little Green Men. (LGM) They landed in the park in the middle of New York, New York.  When they hit they accidentally killed three people. However, we forgave them. We were very accurate on our estimates of what they looked like. The one thing we were wrong about though, was their weight and height. The gravity on their planet is stronger than expected. They are only three inches tall and they weigh about one hundred pounds each. Their space ship can travel at the speed of light.
We talked to them in our language because they knew ours better than we knew theirs. We learned about each other’s past and future. They didn’t seem to be any threat until we killed one of them with some of our poisonous chemicals. Then a war broke out and they had about nine billion of their species one hundred miles away from our atmosphere. Our species only had about five point five billion. So we are pretty much dead. Nuclear bombs were set off in our major cities because they knew where to attack. We had to kill all of them in that city, but also kill our own species. We evened out the numbers in the year 2060. The odds were five hundred million to five hundred million. At this time I was forty years old.
      In the year 2070 half of the world was blown up and we had a very limited amount of ammo. The odds were not very even at this time. They had three hundred and fifty million of their species and we had about two hundred million. We weren’t doing very well. In the year 2090 we shot off our last atomic bomb and our last nuclear bomb. They still had us out numbered by a few million. We gave up. At that time there was only about one sixteenth of the world left. We gave up in the year 2092. We made a treaty with them saying that we would give them all the power and in turn they wouldn’t kill any more of us. They also had to let us write historical documents on what happened through those very terrible years. We call those years the Cold War 2 because so many people died in that time period.
      The few thousand people still alive are writing these historical documents that way people in the future (if we ever retake control) will not repeat what happened. The year is 2095 and I am seventy-five years old. I hope things will change for the kids in the future. I will not be writing anymore on this document. I hope this changes every action in the future. Well did you like the story kids? “Yes, yes we did great great grandpa.”