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What if there’s a species currently living on Earth that originated on some other planet?
I’m thinking, of course, of the duckbill platypus.
If any animal’s an alien, that’s the one. I’m onto you, Mr. Platypus.
Come on now. A mammal that lays eggs? I call alien!
But why would they have come here? Did they escape a doomed planet? Were they exploring the universe before they got stranded here? Or are they simply enjoying a long-term, multi-generational vacation—as in, “multi” multiplied by millennia?
If the aliens are platypuses, then that means we’ve already seen them. I’d hate to go all that way and only find something familiar. Well, I’ve never actually seen a platypus in person, and I suppose it would be cooler to meet a platypus on the other side of the galaxy rather than the other side of the world.
I’d be okay with it under one condition. The alien platypuses must talk. Any voyage that results in a conversation with a platypus is a worthwhile voyage indeed.
But I have this feeling there aren’t going to be any talking platypuses in outer space…
To be continued…