Eccentric nutjob. Loon. Weirdo.
Nathaniel Gregson endured scorn from all who knew him. His crazy theories and fantastical stories alienated him from family and friends. He died quietly and alone.
Then one fateful day, many years after his death, ambassadors of an extraterrestrial race arrived on Earth.
Dignitaries from around the globe turned out to greet them. But the visitors refused all offers of hospitality.
“Where is the being called Gregson?” the representative asked, its voice piped into their brains via a neural language router. “He brokered our transaction. The rest of you have 48 hours to vacate this planet.”
Brandon Sutton about 9 years ago
This one made me laugh, but it made me think too. Excellent work!
John Judge about 9 years ago
Thank You. Only recently discovered this site through my friend. Really enjoying your content.
Peter Muscutt about 9 years ago
Cracking tale - a bit 'meek will inherit the earth' and makes you think its not all the high and mighty class that will be saved come the revolution!
Neville Hunt almost 9 years ago
I love it when the underdog gets a break; and what a break. Good stuff; thanks.