Right after he showed me that face on Mars and said it was a destroyed monument of him, I did my shot of tequila and was drinking down the rest of my beer, knowing I was going to get out of there.
Free drinks or not, I don't like it when people lie to me.
"I know, there is no way can I prove it to you. That it was a memorial to me," said the Man from Mars. "But, let me prove to you that I am not of this Earth."
He looks at his mug of beer, then reaches for it with both hands. With his right thumb and index finger, he starts rubbing the right top part of the glass. With his left thumb and index finger, he does the same to the other side.
After thirty seconds or so, he says, "I can't show you a full demonstration of my abilities. The other patrons of this bar would notice and the word would spread like wild fire on social media."
I said, "I'm sorry, I have to go."
"George," he said. "You have a moment for this."
I couldn't remember if I had told him my name or not. I hesitated, thinking about it.
That hesitation was long enough for him to take his left hand, palm on the mug, raising it up.
I was startled slightly, because the beer came up out of the glass, on the left side, about three inches. Never spilling, onto the table, or out, over the glass.
The bulk still lay at the bottom of the glass, but part of it snaked up, along the inside of the mug, hovering in the air, bending at the tip towards his hand. It was like, for a better term, like a snake's head, bending at what can only be describe as its neck, looking at his hand.
The Man from Mars, moved his hand in front of the glass mug. The snake head followed, looking at his hand the whole time.
The Man from Mars moved his left hand to the back of the mug and the snake followed again.
He pointed a finger down, along the outside of his glass, rotating it around and around. Inside his mug there was a whirlpool of swirling beer. The whole time the snake head keeping up with the hand.
I sober up enough to say, "Nice parlor trick. So now you are a magician too?"
That is when he rub his right hand on my back a few times.
Suddenly I was pushed up, tightly against the wooden bar.
"Come on," I started to say angrily. I twisted my head around to bitterly degrade his personal hygiene and his looks, when I noticed his hand was two feet behind my back. There was nothing between me and his hand.
Whatever force he was using to push me, never let up, but I managed to twist and turn myself around. Putting my back against the bar.
I wanted to see if I could figure out what he was using to drive me against that bar.
I couldn't see anything.
He eased up on me little, probably because of the confused look I had.
"How did you do that?" Was the obvious question to ask.
"Your not going to believe me," he said smiling.
"Try me."
"All atoms are made up of neutrons, protons, and electrons."
"Stop with the science class, " I said interrupting. "Give me some facts."
"Fact. I can manipulate the electrons and protons, or the positive and negative charges of atoms, in inanimate objects, to line up like poles on a magnet. Fact. I can do this with the air molecules surrounding you, to the liquids in my beer, to the heaviest of granite stones. Fact. I have built most of the original seven wonders of the world."
I looked at him with skepticism. "Are you talking about the pyramids?"
"OK, OK." I said. Stopping his prideful rant. "I get the idea. You built them all, including the pyramids."
I paused for a moment, then asked. "Why aren't you the most powerful man in the World?"
"I am the most powerful man in the World," came his answer. "Why should I let the World know who I am? There would be world-wide panic. Governments would try to capture me to learn my secrets. Others would think I am a blasphemy to whatever creator they believe in. I would have constant attempts on my life. I would have to destroy every Country and its people on one of your continents, so I could have a place to live. To have no further threats from humanity, I would have to bring your species back to the stone-age. Even though I am alone, where there are no longer any of my kind, I would be completely isolated from any social contact of any kind. No one, not Martian or Human, can live without social contact, without going insane."
"I see." I said. It only brought up more questions to my mind. "Did any of your kind become prophets in our past history?"
He looked at me, not saying a word.
So I thought, how should I ask this? "Did any of your brethren claimed his name was Jesus and to prove he was the son of God, perform miracles?"
"I know you are not a religious man George," he told me. "Let us just say, we have had a hand in creating many different kinds of religions to give humanity direction. To help you progress as a species before you destroyed yourselves, as we have done, back on Mars."
He went quiet then. The force which was pushing on me, disappeared. The snake head beer suddenly dropped back inside his mug. He looked sad. Sadder than I have seen someone in a long time.
So I asked him. "Before you left Mars, could you and your companions have done something to prevent your World from destroying itself?"
His head quickly pops up from its sadden slacken pose and its eyes stare intently at me. A redden face says, with a hint of sorrow, "We might have been the cause of it!"
To Be Continued...
Next Thursday.
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I Did Not See That Twist Coming,
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