Familiar Strangers

Crashed, lost for reasons unknown, a small metal creature emerged from the wreckage. One of their tracks was slightly misaligned, and did not allow for a fast and effective journey. In a distant oasis, a beautiful orange terrestrial observed with a happy curiosity. The waterfalls in the distance made them envision their youth, told of stories about overhead meteors that one day would fall through the sky. The creature gazed at the sun and was entranced. In a day dream, the orange amoeba was not aware of the small bot approaching. Suddenly, they felt a cold and foreign sensation on their tentacle. “Hello” said our small orange friend. “Hello” repeated the otherworldly apparatus