Ethnographer Blog - Life on Pluto

 Aiden Cunningham

Mr. Roddy
IHSS
24 August 2021

Ethnographer Blog - Life on Pluto

After the recent discovery of life on Pluto, I had to see firsthand just how different this culture was. Who knows, maybe I would find something that would revolutionize the way I think about the world as I know it. I arrived on a spaceship docking station near the civilization, and stepped out into the low-gravity surface of the Dwarf planet, kept warm from the nearly -300 degrees Fahrenheit temperatures by my spacesuit. After driving around a while on the rover provided to me, I finally found them, a group shelters that seemed to be not unlike our own. The walls and ceilings were made from the material on Pluto’s surface, a smooth but rocky substance that was apparently perfect for their houses. The shape was similar to modern day adobe houses, and the whole town really didn't look that different from modern day towns, save for the massive synthetic clear dome surrounding the whole civilization, keeping the air inside breathable and at a decent temperature for life. As I walked into the area, I immediately noticed something different. All the people were either mostly or semi made from metal. I walked up to one that seemed to be in a slightly bigger house then the rest, assuming he was some kind of leader or king, and he just stared at me, probably wondering why I didn’t have any metal in my body. Eventually, I built the courage to ask him about his culture, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he walked over to the corner of his house and picked up a small walkie-talkie looking object from the small table. He slowly walked over to me, and before I knew it, I he was grabbing my arms and holding me down. I tried to escape, but I just couldn’t. It must have been his robotic strength! He pushed the walkie-talkie object into my chest, and I watched in horror as it slowly pierced me with hair-thin metal arms. I passed out. Some unknown time later I woke to find the half-metal man towering over me. Suddenly, I heard a voice deep in my head. “You have been given a transmitter. Does it work?” I freaked out. What was this deep voice that was in my head? Was I going crazy? “It seems you can hear me. Welcome to our home.” the voice said. Unsure about this new technology they had planted in me, I decided it would be best to return to my ship and study this tech before coming back. I walked over to the edge of the dome, only to discover a solid wall where I had entered. With perfect clarity I heard the voice in my head again. “You have our technology. You cannot leave”, it said as I felt strong, cold metal arms pull me back towards the civilization. “You will work for us now” it said. I have been trapped here for nearly eight years now. If you are receiving this message, it means my theory of transmitting my journal in hopes of attracting help has worked. Please come. Please help.







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