G9

Note: The characters in this story bear no intentional resemblance to any person living or dead.

An emergency meeting of G8 and Outreach 5 leaders has been convened. Heads of thirteen of the world's leading economies have gathered in the Oval Office in the White House, Washington D.C, at short notice. The world's media is in attendance, awaiting news. Rumours of the purpose of the meeting abound. Inside the Oval Office, seated around the table there are many nervous faces and the atmosphere is electric as the meeting is commenced by the US president, 'Ladies and gentlemen. If I may have your attention, please. We are here to discuss, with all urgency, a pivotal decision in the history of mankind. I ask you all to put aside your political differences and national interests and work together to resolve this great dilemma. Should we release the news to the world?'

'Never! Impossible!' comes an angry response from the Russian president. 'There will be chaos, anarchy. We are all only just starting to recover from the financial meltdown of the credit crisis. If we release this news, there will be a total collapse of many industries; millions will lose their jobs.'
'I agree,' says the Chinese president. 'My country has much to lose and little to gain from the announcement. At least for a few years.' He looks around the table for support, shaking his head and folding his arms in a defiant gesture.

The French president stands up from her seat. 'Gentlemen, I fully understand your reservations. Of course it is unacceptable to put the global economy at risk. However, I believe we have a duty to the people. This news cannot stay hidden forever. The press will find out, and probably sooner than we think. If they hear it from us then we retain some semblance of control over the situation.'

The president of Brazil and prime minister of Japan have been talking quietly and seem to be in agreement. The Japanese prime minister rises to his feet. 'Ladies and gentlemen, this is a historic moment, so why not let our honoured guest tell us what she believes to be the best course of action.'
Ther are nods and words of agreement around the room. All eyes turned to the figure sitting next to the American president at the head of the table.

When she stands up, she is over two metres tall. Her metallic protective suit shines with a golden-pink light. Her large black eyes are visible behind a complicated veil. When she speaks, her helmet translates her words into each of the human's languages. Each hear her words directly in their mind, feeling she can also read their thoughts: a strange and uncomfortable feeling. 'We are offering you the technology to save your planet from destruction. This will cause disruption of your economies, societies, scientific and relgious beliefs. If you choose to accept our offer, your world will undergo significant changes. I cannot guarantee the result as your species is aggressive and territorial by nature. But it is our belief that without our help, your world will be destroyed within twenty years. If you choose to decline our offer, then we will leave peacefully and you can determine your own destiny.'

Ten minutes later, in the White House press center, the US president addresses the people of the world. Behind him stand the other twelve leaders. 'Friends,' he begins, 'today is the greatest day in the history of all mankind. We have made contact with a friendly alien civilization. They come in peace and offer us hope for the future. With their assistance and advanced technology, we will conquer poverty and disease, and begin a time of new prosperity. This is indeed a wonderful day.'
From a side door, steps the alien. She stoops low to enter the room and stands next to the president, television stations broadcasting her image around the world. She holds out her long arms and looks directly into the cameras. In a thousand different languages she says. 'You are all about to die'.

Copyright: Sean Anderson May 25th 2009. All rights reserved.
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