Corrió por la calle hasta llegar al lago. ¿Por qué necesitarían tanta agua? ¿Tanto pasto? Con el paso de los años, había perfeccionado su lenguaje hasta hacerlo suyo. Debía parecer uno más entre ellos. Sus grandes ojos buscaban rostros nuevos. Aquel individuo parecía interesante, con sus enormes ojos, frente arrugada y hermoso cabello ensortijado. En su planeta no había nada semejante, aunque el aroma, por otro lado, jamás sería igual.
¿Será que tanta azúcar ha convertido a los humanos en dulces pedazos de carne?"
se preguntaba constantemente. A muchos de los suyos, los humanos les habrían resultado apetitosos.
Sus gestos lo decían todo: alzaban la voz cuando estaban alterados, ya fuera por algo bueno o malo. Sonreían sin razón aparente y hablaban solos sin ser considerados locos. Sin duda, tenían sus propias costumbres curiosas.
Con el paso de las estaciones, mantener su disfraz se volvió cada vez más problemático. Aunque cada mantenimiento programado por su especie hacía más creíble su apariencia, los pequeños detalles seguían siendo difíciles de ocultar.
A lo largo del tiempo, comprendió que conquistar este planeta sería un desafío único; los humanos eran versátiles y difíciles de engañar, como maestros del disimulo. ¿Quién hubiera pensado que estos seres, tan aparentemente primitivos, serían capaces de mantenerse ocultos durante tanto tiempo?
Su misión estaba llegando a su fin; ya había enviado su informe. Pronto llegarían sus grandes naves. Pobres criaturas ignorantes, tan cerca de su fin y con tan pocas ganas de apreciar la vida...
English version
He went out for a walk, full of expectations. He didn’t know why this planet fascinated him so much, but he longed to understand it more deeply.
He ran down the street until he reached the lake. Why did they need so much water? So much grass? Over the years, he had perfected his language, making it his own. He had to blend in, look like one of them. His large eyes searched for new faces. That individual seemed interesting, with their big eyes, wrinkled forehead, and beautiful curly hair. On his planet, there was nothing like that, though the smell, on the other hand, would never be the same.
Could it be that all that sugar has turned humans into sweet pieces of meat?
he often wondered. To many of his kind, humans would have seemed appetizing.
Their gestures said it all: they raised their voices when they were upset, whether for good or bad reasons. They smiled for no apparent reason and talked to themselves without being considered crazy. They definitely had their own curious habits.
As the seasons passed, keeping up his disguise became more and more challenging. Even though the regular maintenance his species underwent made his appearance more convincing, the small details were still hard to hide.
Over time, he realized that conquering this planet would be a unique challenge; humans were versatile and hard to fool, like masters of disguise. Who would have thought that these seemingly primitive beings would be able to stay hidden for so long?
His mission was coming to an end; he had already sent his report. Soon, their massive ships would arrive. Poor, ignorant creatures, so close to their end and yet so unwilling to appreciate life...
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Espero les haya gustado mi cuento de ciencia ficción!
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