In May 29, 2010, a gigantic piece of advanced extraterrestrial technology crashed into Quezon City, Philippines. That was how most of the radical people believed it to be. The others though, they refused to believe this kind of thing ever existed. They and those against the presidential party who lost, deemed it to be some kind of secret service project that was intentionally launched in case the said party lost. Politics. Politicians. All they cared about is for them to look best in front of their audience—the people, and for their adversaries to turn out bad. A handful only really cared about the people and what’s good for them.

The metallic—though no scientist figured what kind of metal—piece of extraterrestrial technology looked like the flying saucers often depicted in alien movies except for the fact that it had no cockpit and thrust boosters. The shell of the flying saucer looked extraordinary and literally, out of this world. There were no traces of nails or screws or gigantic nuts and bolts to hold the pieces together. It was as if the whole shell was forged from one gigantic piece of metal.

On the day the ballots had been tallied and the next president was announced, the unidentified air traffic was seen in the air force’s radars. America, as an ally of the Philippines, even alerted our government that a huge blip on their satellite’s radar was found and was tracked to be heading, in the speed of light, towards the Philippines. Shortly after hearing the word from their ally, the government announced a National State of Emergency. People were alarmed and panicked throughout the country.

Doomsday. People called it, especially those who lived near the squatters’ area in between the Philippine Science High School and Edsa, where the extraterrestrial craft had crashed. The UFO, with a diameter as wide as the distance between Agham Road and Edsa, initially crashed on the unused Bus Depot along Edsa and slid towards Trinoma. A few hundreds of families living in the area died in the incident, and another few hundreds bruised, hurt and traumatized.

At once, cops and volunteers, military troops and tanks, firemen and fire trucks, and medics and ambulances were deployed towards the incident. A one-kilometer perimeter was secured around the incident yet some people who passed by, even with danger at hand, probed and fished for information. Media helicopters circled the skies to show the concerned families who were away, what the sky had brought them.

People who were affected blamed other people, the government and even other countries for this incident. Some believed it was the losing presidential party’s revenge. Some believed it was some kind of Martial Law against the squatters in the Philippines. Others believed it was a actually a bomb, sent by a terrorist group, and was said to go off in just a matter of seconds. Pity. In these kinds of situations, people would often blame each other and not think together and act as one.

Days soon passed by, people have already been evacuated, classes were suspended, and even people who were already working have decided not to report. It was a critical event—everybody was affected. It was a bit harsh and even challenging for the new president for his first few days as a leader. It was a good thing he didn’t quit—nowadays, everybody needed someone to turn to.

UFO fanatics and even skeptics from and outside the country had gathered around the crash site, where the saucer still remained after all those days. Through their careful analyses, they came up with different theories of what the spacecraft brings.

The skeptics believed that the UFO would someday become a cause for danger—though, initially, it already had been. Someday, they say, more of them will come and when they are ready, they will come out of their shells and take over our planet. According to the skeptics, we must dispose of them as quickly as possible. We should not, they say, show them that we fear them because fear only makes what we fear more feared.

The fanatics had a different opinion though. They believed that the aliens, just like any of us, are people of emotions. They must have, they say, come to warn us of a certain danger in the future. With their help and their advanced technology, they could help us rise against the apocalypse that lay ahead of us.

Truth to say, both of them are right. We came in this planet with a purpose. Although, we may have caused initial danger to you, we are deeply sorry, it wasn’t our fault we did. They were after us. And just like our world, they wanted all worlds as well.

We came to warn you of what danger the future brings to all of us, and with the lowest technology spacecraft we had—we sped away. We were tailed and before we have prepared the ship to land, we were blasted and went out of control. We would’ve chosen to land in the Bermuda Triangle, where our ancestors originated, but all control was lost.

My brother and I disembarked the ship and, in the meantime, borrowed your appearances. While the others stayed in the ship, to signal and wait for the rest of us. We walk among you to somehow learn how we can help when they come. But were not really sure anymore if you are willing to work together—as one, among your people—when the time comes.

We’ll never know until that day. Hopefully, people change.