“It would make my year if it’s an ancient UFO, and the discovery activates a beacon that leads to a world-ending alien invasion, or unleashes a deadly alien virus that devestates the planet. That would ROCK!”
I watched a show by Michio Kaku on how we could defend against an alien invasion. It never occurred to the physicist that the aliens would simply launch a biological attack. No need for lasers and spaceships and fancy weapons when you can just kill everyone with a virus.
You and I are on the same page. We were watching that show, and I told my wife if aggressive aliens ever showed up we'd be dead instantly -- either biological, nano, or some other tech that targets whatever lifeform you want eradicated. There'd be no fight -- none.
They don't even need a virus, let alone fancy weapons. All they'd need would be a very L-O-U-D sustained noise. Sounds that are loud enough can kill people. Or drive them mad.
For about 12 years now, I've had a recurring dream (only once or twice a year) with the same theme: My sweetheart and I are outdoors on a beautiful day, people are picnicking, boating, having fun, and all of the sudden the sky becomes alive with beautiful fripperies -- not fireworks, but beautiful phenomenon, almost like ribbons, colorful and festive. Everyone looks up and all are charmed, delighted, because clearly this is a show put on for our entertainment. The fripperies are soon accompanied by a VAST spaceship with smaller ships around it, and about 90 percent of the people are excited because it appears that extraterrestrial aliens have announced themsevles in such a friendly way, clearly meaning no harm.
Meanwhile, we and a small handful of others realize that this is a very bad thing, and immediately head for underground labyrinths of caves and tunnels -- we always seem to know where they are and head straight for them. Details have varied from dream to dream, but the basics are always the same -- it always happens near a largish body of water -- a lake or a bay -- and we smart few escape underground while the gullible majority joyously embrace the arrival of these aliens. In one of the dreams, I remember, as I started to head underground into the labyrinth, I looked up at the sky one last time and wondered how long it would be -- how many generations it would be -- before people were able to surface again safely.
The dream puzzled me -- why underground? About a year ago, I came up with a theory: underground would be one place people could escape being bombarded with skull-exploding sound.
Hey, it's just a dream, and I haven't had it for awhile, but, for what it's worth!