“This Human was found from a deserted road from the place they call United States,” came the voice of one to another in unrecognizable tongue, “I believe they have dubbed the land Arizona.”
“Arizona,” the other breathed to himself in the same language while pushing it's reddish-orange pupils toward the flesh colored being unconscious and bound with coils of blackened material.
The one whom had spoken first took a few careful steps around the man and toward a panel. It clicked at buttons and twisted at knobs with pencil-thin, twisted fingers.
“Attach Robbulus two and five,” it announced to the other, “We are to extract any mental data from these meat monsters.”
The other obeyed immediately, grasping at a pair of brown, circular disks and placing them upon the man's head. A light hum began to echo about the dark space.
“Accessing Human brain wavelength patterns,” the first spoke while continuing to click at the panel, “Power capacity to seventy percent.”
The hum intensified. A silver, shining screen suddenly flickered to life beside the large head of the second.
“What is this?” the second had said in a tone of shock and wonder.
A light-speckled, star-topped pine tree was dancing about the screen's display. It appeared dim, as if a heavy fog was permeating the image. Despite the cloudiness, the image still sparkled with a warm, inviting glow.
“Hone in on this wavelength,” the voice of the second came then, “This is an important pattern we have yet to have studied.”
Again, more clicking and twisting of buttons. The image remained fog-ridden for a few more moments, then blossomed into an entire scene. The man, the same one lying before the two beings, was hugging a small boy. They were each kneeling beside the large, sparkling tree seen before, now present within a small room. A flame blazed in a fireplace beside them, adding to the overall color of the area. Boxes and items of all shapes and sizes littered the area beneath the tree in brightly shimmering paper, each reflecting the lights from the tree or the crackle of the fire. A large sign hung from the room's wall.
“Let me translate this,” the first said, “Me-e-rr-ry C-chr-i-sss-mas. Merry Christmas.”
It repeated the phrase a few more times while staring at the monitor. The second couldn't help but be in a slight awe of the image that danced before them upon the screen. Never had either seen such a sight.
“I remember one of our superiors talking about Human interaction in a past briefing,” the second responded, “but never quite like this.”
The first appeared to be just as awe-struck as the second. He merely watched the screen with the same stricken eyes.
“This,” the first attempted to say the word, “C-christmas. What could it be?”
The second shook it's head slowly.
“This is something to report to our superiors,” the second replied while standing to it's full height, “This is out of our hands at this point. They will likely want to study this new phenomenon at length.”
The first gave a look of approval.
“Of course,” it stated while turning to the sedated man still lying before them, “What do we do with it?”
“For now,” the second muttered while taking a closer look, “We let it go. We need to have time for them to decide what to do next. This one is no longer of use to us.”
The first needed no additional explanation. It immediately worked at the man's bindings, releasing his limp body from the bondage. The second assisting in carrying the man toward another, bubble-like machine in the opposite corner of the room.
“Prepare the Human for departure to Arizona,” the first said while returning to the same panel, “We will need to wipe all memory and send it back to wherever it came.”
“Understood,” came the response of the other, “Let us hope it's Christmas knowledge will propel it home.”
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