I put down my coffee cup on the glass top coffee table situated in front of me. As I stared up from it I looked into the eyes of my host and realize with a slight shock a surge of disappointment in them.
“Ahem.” My host stares down. I follow his eyes and see that he is staring at the coffee cup. What could be the problem?
It’s one of those ornate pieces of china. A real piece of art. As is the table. The ceramic coaster it had been brought to me on was quite…
“O goodness!” I notice I had laid the coffee cup upon the bare glass top of the table rather than on its coaster…which was barely an inch away from where I had landed it.
“So sorry!” I say as I hastily place the cup onto its rightful place atop the coaster. “Sometimes I wonder where my mind goes…”
“Quite all right, my boy! Just considering my wife is all! She spends literally days at various stores and shops and bizarres and what have you hunting these various knickknacks down and hiring various craftsmen (after hours of negotiating price, of course) to repair and restore them! Don’t know where she finds the energy to do such things.” He motions around the room. It was, indeed, full of varied knickknacks ranging from elegant to exotic. All of which, of course, were in pristine condition.
“Well I suppose everyone must have a hobby- a passion as it were.”
“Indeed! It seems to be her method of expression. Anyway, she can be rather vehement when she notices one of her pieces being treated in a less-than-respectable manner. Hence my worry over the coffee cup.”
“Once again I’m very sorry for that sir!”
“No, no, no! You misunderstand me, my lad! I was more concerned for your safety when I was pointing out your faux pa.” He gives me a wink. He cares to preserve my dignity in the event his wife should walk in to collect our dishes. What a caring host.
“Thank you, sir.”
“Ah, well, you’ve just arrived from a rather long journey and it would be quite rude to have you berated by my wife for a simple…“cultural” misunderstanding.”
“Well, wait a moment, we use coasters where I come from too! It’s just that I slipped up is all! I’m a bit nervous: this being my first trip down.”
“I’m so sorry, my lad! Didn’t mean to give offense! Here I am trying to preserve your dignity and what happens?! I presume myself into insulting you! And after inviting you here! I’m so sorry!”
“No please, sir, it’s quite okay.” This Victorian way of communication is exhausting, “Truth be told I’m having a bit of a hard time remembering which words to use…and this clothing is a bit uncomfortable….” Goodness was it uncomfortable. And the air in the house was so stuffy and warm!
“Ah, yes, you must excuse our protocol. Certainly it would be quite a thing to adapt to. I’d invite you to undress, but…well…”
“No, I understand…I can bare it.” For a while, anyway. I might be cutting my trip short…much shorter than originally intended. None of my friends who had been down warned me about this…though they did always tend to visit the less-populated regions with the “less-strict” inhibitions concerning clothing. Now I understood why. Goodness this clothing is horrible!
An awkward silence ensues.
“Would you like to try a cigar?”
“What’s that, exactly?” I had to be careful about what I allowed myself to intake. The coffee I had earlier was harmless enough, though the Danish that came with it was right out. I don’t even see how they could eat such things!
“Well, it’s dried up tobacco leaves formed into a sort of cylinder by hand. One lights one end and breaths in through the other. Quite a pleasant and relaxing experience. A good apparatus for breaking the ice!”
“Seems harmless enough” Silly, but harmless, “Yes, I’d love to try a…what did you call it again?”
“Cigar.” My host said with delight
“Ah, yes, ‘cigar’. I’d love to try one! I’m here for the whole experience after all!”
My host pulled out a small, wooden box (pristinely shined and crafted, of course) from a shelf (likewise of the highest quality and craftsmanship) next to him and opened it up in front of me. In the box were a row of these rather large (in comparison to the box) brown cylinders.
“Just like you said they would look.”
My host smiled. I stared at the row of cigars for a while before he told me that the proper protocol at this point was to simply take one.
“Thank you, sir! Didn’t want to slip up again.”
“Quite alright”, he said as he grabbed one for himself and placed the box back upon the shelf, “There I go assuming you knew what to do. Completely my fault.”
“Now what?” I ask.
He snaps off one end of his cigar with this rather ornate, bejeweled, hand-held guillotine.
“This end will go in your mouth.” He hands me the contraption. I examine it a while.
“Fascinating device, sir!”. He smiles as I snip off one end of the cigar and hand the device back to him.
Next, he pulls out from his jacket pocket yet another hand-held, bejeweled device. With this device he lights a small fire at the other end of his cigar. As he does this he takes puffs from the snipped side. He hands me the device.
“Did you see what I did there?”
“Yes, sir, I should be able to replicate the procedure.” I take a closer look at the device. Though it is quite sophisticated-looking, in reality it worked rather primitively: the fire is created through an interaction between friction and a flammable substance. I make a note on my log.
“Quite rare those are! Quite new too! The very cusp of a new era of technology!” I smile at him as I attempt to simulate his method of lighting the cigar. I suck in and immediately start coughing violently.
“Xuuuoh-vo-va-xi!” I let slip. After regaining my composure I find that my eye has boiled over with snot and that there is a horrid taste in my intake valve. I still did manage to hang onto the cigar though.
“Excuse me!”, I cough again, “I do not think that my absorbital glands will allow me to ingest more into my system.”
“I’m so sorry!”
“No, please don’t apologize! You were merely being hospitable! “
Damn fool nearly killed me! O well, trips like these are always associated with a degree of danger. That’s one of the features that make them so appealing. I hand him the cigar and he places it on what he calls an “ash tray” (yet another ornate decoration) to allow it to smolder.
“Perhaps your body would be more receptive to cognac?”
“Excuse me?”
“Cognac. It’s a brandy. An alcoholic substance you drink. Quite lovely, really.” He had an heir of hope about him about this particular suggestion.
“Thank you for your kindness, sir, but at this point I do believe that I’ve pushed my system to the limit enough for one day. Perhaps another time.” He looked disappointed, but I could not risk my safety here for proper etiquette.
“Shall we get down to business?” I say to bolster his spirits (I knew by his cerebral output that he had been wanting to get to this since I first sat down, but felt restrained by protocol. Silly custom).
“Oh only if you don’t mind!” he said blubbering but obviously excited.
“Not at all!”
“Well, like you said rather accurately earlier, everyone has to have a hobby. Me and the gentlemen at the local billiard room have a sort of custom from one month to the next to ‘outdo’ one another in whatever rare form of artifact they can get ahold of and present to the group. One week Gerald (he’s a colonel stationed in the horn of Africa) brought back a spear from a fortified city that no Westerner had ever entered before! Thomas (he’s a captain in Her Majesty’s Navy) brought back the shell of a giant mollusk from an uncharted island in the Atlantic! Alexander (a high-ranking bureaucrat in the East India Company) once brought back a crown from one of the palaces of the Raj…”
And so on. One object after another brought back from foreign lands by his friends.
“…And me. Well, I’m an astronomer. Not much need in that career for traveling abroad. All I’ve ever brought to our meetings are whatever knickknacks my wife can come up with. They are routinely laughed at, ‘The consequence of not having a real occupation’, Alexander likes to quip. It’s what I love though, astronomy!”
“It’s foolish of them to demoralize you like that. What you do will have significant impact for your kind in the future. As you said earlier, you are on ‘…the cusp of a new wave of technology’. If only you knew how radical a future you are to have. Your occupation will prove most important. And you are playing a vital role in laying the foundations for both its maturation and legitimization. It is quite important indeed.”
“Yeah?”
“Definitely. And, after all, it is how you were able to find and initiate contact with me.” He smiled as I settled more deeply into the leather chair.
“Thank you.”
“I’m only telling the truth.”
He smiles and gets back on point, “Well, just for once I’d like to show up and present them with something that would completely baffle them! Just floor them!”
I nod, “I think I have something that will help you in that regard.” I reach into my jacket pocket and continue, “Where I’m from it’s rather common place. Just a ‘knickknack’ as you would call it. Here though…well, there’s nothing like it here.” I fish out of my pocket what appears to my guest to be a colorful, smooth stone half the size the palm of his hand. He knows it is not terrestrial simply because of its colors (they are not what one would find on this planet)- they exist in a strata of vision that is incomprehendable for humans, so it appears to fade into and out of view in their eyes in a series of rather flamboyant colors.
“My word! That is quite a thing!”
“It is a stone from one of our beaches.” I said, lying.
“Is it steaming?”
“It’s called ‘radiation’. Your sciences do not quite grasp the idea of radioactivity yet- some manifestation of it are harmful, some not so much. This is of the later variety.”
He grabs it out of my hand greedily.
“You must promise me though that you won’t expose it too much to the public view.”
“O yes, of course! Thank you so much! This will really knock the boys out tonight!”
“I’m sure it will. Well, sir, as much as I’d hate to admit this, I really should be going: I find that the coffee from earlier and that cigar really aren’t agreeing with me and I should probably seek some sort of medical attention back home. I’m sorry I can’t join you for dinner like we planned.”
“Oh, it’s quite all right, of course!” He did not care now that he had his prize. “Will you be dropping in sometime in the near future?”
Not while you’re still alive, primitive, “Sometime in the future, yes. If that would be permissible?”
“Why certainly, sir! Always a pleasure to host guests!” He focuses his attention to groping the object in his hands- trying to figure out its exact size and shape and texture, which will be impossible for him to do given his (and other humans) inherent inability to do so.
“I can see myself out.”
“Yes, yes, of course. Have a good trip home! Sorry for the sudden illness!”
Such a considerate host. I smile and make my way out the room and down the hall to the front door. I smile at his wife as I pass her by the stairs. She scowls (I suspect she figures I ill-treated one of her beloved knickknacks). I walk out the door and slam it hard behind me (much to her vocal chagrin).
The object I gave my host is a rather volatile, yet relatively stable, energy-encapsulating device. We use it to power our technology (for example: it gives our vehicles the energy needed to achieve the thrust necessary to attain light speed without the need to carry a large, cumbersome storage tank of explosive liquid). If ill treated, it has the tendency to explode. Luckily for my host and his kind, however, they currently do not possess the tools necessary to ill-treat it.
It is a sort of yard stick I have left them. A proxy with which to measure their progress in comparison to our own. One day they will find a way to experiment on it and be able to cognitively grasp what sort of device it actually is. And that will be the day they will prove to be a threat to our reign. And the ensuing explosion will be a retaliatory strike taken on our part for their failure to follow proper etiquette and protocol with things that are outside their scope of understanding.
One fell turn deserves another I suppose…