Some Mistaken Impressions of Humanity’s Pockets
Andrew Howe
I'm a student working through the digital gaming program,
hoping to work in the game field and at some point maybe even
do the writing for a video game. I've been telling stories for a
large part of my life, and writing them down for several years
now. These came about when I asked myself what would aliens
think if they saw all of the stuff I keep in my pockets but lacked
the context I have.
Story One
“E Pluribus Unum,” the alien muttered, lifting up the metal
disc. It was the only thing that hadn’t fallen to the march of
time and tarnish.
“What do you think it means?” another one asked, gazing at
the small pile of strangely designed metal disks.
“Clearly this human was a part of many social clubs, all of
these membership tokens show that,” the first one said
gesturing to the coins.
“Membership tokens?”
“Of course.