I am not an alien (anymore)


“I haven’t really figured out how to be human yet,” John said.

Jane followed him through the cluttered warehouse, scrutinizing him. “What does that mean?”

She’d asked about his life. It’s what coworkers do. He was surprised it hadn’t happened sooner.

“I mean…” He trailed off as they reached their destination. He stopped and raised a hand to present “Pallet 512”: an unimpressive stack of boxes, but if it had what she needed, it was exactly the right size. She bent down to inspect the tiny white labels.

“Aha” she asked, picking up a heavy rectangular package. “Thank you. But you didn’t answer my question.”

He rolled his eyes and took it from her. It wasn’t really that heavy, but it was an excuse. “You’re so demanding. If it’s not one box it’s another.”

“Get used to it,” she mocked. “So?”

He carried the box as he lead her back to her station. “I just never figured it out, is all. I mean, how do you do it?”

“Do what? Be human?”

“Yeah, I mean… what’s step one?”

“I had no idea you were so fucking weird. You don’t look this weird, John.”

He scratched his goatee and looked down at his sweaty t-shirt, jean shorts, and steel toe sneakers. He imagined he looked like any other warehouse employee. At least, that’s what he was going for.

He decided to take her statement as a compliment and nodded. “Thank you.”