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Wise One of Japan ( Chapter Two)


Mr. Andrews returns home to his family...         

I’m hoooooooome!"

 "SSSsshh! She just fell asleep and you woke her up again!" Mao said with annoyance.

"Oh, sorry. Do you want me to hold her?" Patrick answered back with his usual care free nature.

  "Please, she has been crying for the past hour now. I love you Mally but sometimes you drive me crazy."

 "It’s because she misses her daddy. Give her to me; I will put her to sleep. Why do I hear a duck quaking in the bathroom?"
Patrick asked.

  "Oh that’s her new toy. It’s been driving me crazy for the last couple of hours. Here Mally, go to daddy. I sometimes think she just loves my booby, and when it goes dry, she has no use for me. Mally, don’t you love your mommy?"

"See, she won’t even look at me. I’m so sad. Mally, mommy needs attention." 
 
 "Do you want to know the secret with getting kids attention? You have to ignore them, and they will eventually come over to see what you are doing." Patrick said while bouncing their baby on his knee.
 
"I could never ignore Mally. My baby is soooo cute. Ugh oh, I smell something. I think I can ignore her now."

"Why is that?" Patrick asked.

"I think she pooed her pants. You better change her. I am going to go check my email. And after you’re done changing her, can you silence that duck? It’s really starting to annoy me." 

"No problem, I shall terminate Mr. Ducky. I guess it’s just you and me Mally. Your momma doesn’t want to take care of you anymore. But don’t worry, I will clean you up."

"Don’t say that! You make it sound like I don’t like her. I love my Mally, and I take care of her every night, while you are snoring in bed." 
 
 "That’s right you do, and you do a fine job at it, but I have a small request. Can you keep the singing down at 3 in the morning? It disturbs my beauty sleep, and top of that, my sex dream with Halle Berry. I can’t get my groove on with Halle, when in the background your singing itsy bitsy spider! It breaks my concentration."

"No, I will sing as loud as Mally wants. She likes it. And I am glad I am ruining your relationship with Halle Berry. You shouldn’t be dreaming about her anyway! You should be dreaming about me! Ugh, Mally, your father is so selfish. He doesn’t love me anymore. But, you love me and my singing don’t you? Oh, how was your fishing trip? Did you come back empty handed as usual?" Mao asked.

"No, I actually caught a fish this time!"

 "OK, whatever. Mally your father is not only selfish but he is a liar as well."  No, I did! I swear! I even took a picture of it because I knew you wouldn’t believe me. Here take a look.

 Congratulations! Oh, Mally, your father finally caught a fish! A teeny weenie little fish. And do you know what? He can give his little fish to Halle Berry, because I don’t want it anymore. What did you do with your little fish anyhow? Did you eat it or give it to Takashi?"  "
I know. You haven’t wanted it for some time now. It’s like we have turned into an eighty year old couple ever since Mally was born? Anyway, I did neither. I threw it back and went to MacDonald’s instead. How do you turn this thing off?"

"You already ate? I had made you lunch. I wish you would have told me that you were going to get Macdonald’s. Oh, and to answer your question, it’s only supposed to turn on when it gets wet, and turn off after you dry it off."  
 
"It looks dry to me. I don’t understand this thing. Shut up you stupid duck! Oh, and don’t worry, I can still eat. What did you make?"

"Something healthy with a lot of vegetables!” Mao responded back in a singing voice.

 "Don’t break Mallys toy! Stop hitting it! That stupid thing was expensive!"

 "Oh really? Well, I don’t care how much it cost, because this evil little thing is driving me crazy! Oh, I give up. Alright duck, you won this battle but for the time being your new home will be inside this cupboard, all the way in the back. On second thought I think I will pass on lunch, I lost my appetite." Patrick said.

"No, we will both eat lunch together. You need to eat more vegetables! You’re getting fat again!"

 "Sorry, mommy."

"I am not your mommy! I’m Mally’s mommy. Now, go wash your hands and get ready to eat."

 "Jesus, I knew I should have stayed longer at the river." Patrick mumbled.

 "What was that?"

 "Nothing mommy."

"Stop calling me that and hurry up! And while you’re at it, throw some towels on top of that stupid duck because I can still hear it!"

"How about I just introduce it to this hammer?" Patrick asked.

"Don’t waste your time because I had already tried." Mao responded back.

   This was a typical conversation between this couple. They would tease each other every day, and never get tired of it. Their friends would sometimes get confused when they came over and visited this household, by wondering if these two were serious or just a little crazy, but as much sarcasm that had flowed through this tiny apartment in Japan, Patrick and Mao loved each other very much. And when little Mally came aboard, their bond had deepened even more.

  After Patrick cleaned himself up, he sat down with Mao, whom was already eating lunch. They ate and played with Mally, and talked about their daily schedule. After lunch, the three went for their daily walk through out their neighborhood. This was their life, and as the hard times came and went, these two carried on with their heads held high. They were not rich nor were they poor. They both had a good head on each others shoulders, but still were a little lost when it came to life’s choices.

  They were both well liked and intelligent people, but unfortunately had no idea in why they were put down on this earth. These two were traveling together down the highway of life, searching for a purpose.




"Jesus, I think Mally is getting heavier every day." Patrick said.

"I think you are just getting weaker every day." Mao snapped with a smirk on her face.


"That’s probably true, since you have a habit of giving me the smaller piece of the yakimo. Give me some more sweet potato women!!"

"Forget about it, it’s all mine! Ha ha ha..."

"Mally, your mama is evil!!"

"Uugh, I don’t want to work tomorrow. Have you spoken to Manami yet, to see if she can baby sit?" Mao asked.
"Yea, she told me that you can drop her off around 730.

"I have to go to Yokohama tomorrow, so I will have to take the first train."

"What time do you have be at work?"

"Nine o’clock." Mao said.

" I wish your work would keep you away from the city. You know, for what’s going on and all. I heard that Tokyo was expected to be hit next. You should stay closer to home." Patrick said.

"I know, but its good money and unfortunately my company decides where I have to go. Uugh, I wish you hadn’t told me that. Now I am worried. Well, at least I don’t have to go into Tokyo."

"Yea, well Yokohama is right next door. I am sure we would know by now, if an invasion was going to hit Japan tomorrow morning, but on the safe side, I think you should call in sick or something." 

"I wish I could. Believe me, I would rather stay here with you and Mally than sit on the train for three hours, and risk the chance of being captured by aliens, but we really need the money right now. You know there are no jobs around here, and we can’t survive off your job alone. (Pause) Hmm, I never would have expected to have ever said that."

"What, about not being able to find work around here?" Patrick asked.

"No! About being captured by aliens! Oh Mally, your father never listens to me."

"I was listening. I was just wondering how crazy times are now. I guess I am a little overwhelmed, that’s all."  Well yea, I think everybody is a little overwhelmed right now! But anyway, let’s talk about something different. This conversation is depressing. Have you studied your Japanese today?

"Uugh, I was planning to, as soon as we got home."  Oh Mally, your father is lazy too, and that’s the reason why we are poooor.

"Very funny."

   But as expected, an invasion was being prepared for the following day, but not only Tokyo, but the surrounding areas as well. The plan was to seal off the freeways and railways, to eliminate any possibility of any escape, and then round up the inhabitants for selection.
 This craziness had begun about a year prior too little Mally’s birth. The Neaitans made their first appearance in America, by taking over virtually everything from the U.S. government to everything that is all media, and eventually, began to spread across the globe to all of the major cities. There was never any mother ship breaking the skyline, for a grand display of power from the heavens above, nor were there any green men with laser guns zapping the locals. They just suddenly appeared one day with the so called powers that be that control the White house, and told the public that they were now in charge.


At first, the general public had a difficult time comprehending who these individuals actually were. They looked human, plus they were able to communicate openly over the airwaves in any language necessary. The only difference between the common man and your average Neaitan was that your average Neaitan excelled physically and mentally. They were extremely intelligent and had the physic of a professional athlete. And oddly enough, they all seemed to be on an equal level of intelligence, strength, and personality. Like for example, if there was some Neaitan cookie cutter in the midst of our galaxy somewhere, pushing one out after another.
    It took a while for the public to realize that the Neaitans were different. Your average Joe with his below average attention span just thought they were European because, they weren’t exactly white nor were they any other race you could pin down. It’s like they were thrown into a blender, and came out light years above today’s mankind, but they weren’t perfect. With this superiority over mankind, there came a price. They were extremely boring.

 Let me put it to you this way, watching paint dry was more entertaining than having a conversation with a Neaitan. Even when, your average conversation with one of these individuals, was when they were throwing you in the back of one of their cattle cars, that was being shipped off to one of their so called, work camps, their monotone voices alone would take the fight out of you. The Neaitans were extremely disciplined to following protocol as well. Everything had to be planned, and to stray off course was unheard of.
    They actually had a book that they would follow verbatim. Apparently, this book had the answer to every possibility you could think of, when regarding the human race, and this is how they took over the planet. They already knew everything that our so called leaders would do to avoid an attack. And of course, our elected officials had played right into their hands.

But before any of this insanity had actually started, conspiracy theorists had warned the general public that our governments were already making deals with aliens for state of the art technology, but unfortunately these warnings had fell upon deaf ears. The general public had no time to waste by listening to crack pots with aluminum hats, when they were too busy voting for the next pop king or queen to rule the music charts for the next month.

But the funny thing was that these crack pots were right on the money.

  Our governments had been making deals with aliens. And it wasn’t for the benefit of mankind either, even though, that is what they would preach from their podiums in various languages across the globe. The reason was simply greed. And this is what the Neaitans used to close the sale.
   The Neaitans original offer was to share alien technology with our militaries, for the exchange of human wombs. This alien civilizations female population and been infected by some unknown worldly virus, in which had slowed the Neaitan birth to almost a full stop. And so, the Neaitans had mastered the art of artificial reproduction, but unfortunately still needed a womb for their race to survive.

But the Neaitans didn’t hold up to their side of the bargain entirely. 

 The original deal was for two hundred female humans a year, but the success with the breeding was so great, they had decided that they would take as many as they wanted, and that is exactly what they did.

   Our leaders obviously objected at first, but when they found out that their death was the alternative, their attitudes quickly changed. They would joke with each other at one of their hidden retreat elitist parties by saying, “Hey, what are a few extra nobodies thrown into the pot, when it keeps me rich, and most importantly alive.” And from this attitude to Joe Six Pack’s apathetic nature, the rest of us were screwed sideways with a monotone whisper in our ear telling us, 

“Don’t worry baby, everything is going to be alright”.

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