A Space Boy Dream

Nothing shits me more than when I'm having a conversation with people and I mention the television series Stargate (either SG1 or Atlantis), and some arsehole immediately changes the subject to Star Trek. Now science-fiction traditionalists may consider Star Trek to be the pinnacle of the genre, but I'm not part of the sci-fi establishment and I say that is bullshit. Those people fear change. They can't handle a new bad boy on the block showing them what it's all about. Stargate is a superior concept, has more thoroughly researched story-lines, contains wittier dialogue and has a higher quality production (I know it has the benefit of more modern technology, but it's the way they use it!). It's a wonderfully insightful and exciting vision of the opportunities and dangers that we humans face as we come to terms with our place in the universe.

I've always wanted to be a space alien. When I was growing up I used to think I was. I didn't relate well to my parents, nor the wider world, and was convinced this was because I was from outer space and that one day soon my real alien parents would come down to earth and take me back to my home planet, a planet where I could be truly happy. I had this melancholy inside of me that would not dissolve. I longed to feel comfortable in my environment, but unfortunately, this has never occurred. I've always been an outsider, been different from the rest of the population.

However, when first the movie and then the series Stargate started it gave me hope that my search for my alien parents would be easier. Rather than having to build a spaceship myself and travel millions of light years to numerous planets in search of my home world, the series showed me that it was simply a matter of dialing the co-ordinates of a planet on the Stargate and stepping through the portal. This would dramatically decrease the amount of time it would take me to locate my true parents and the world where I would be free from this soul-pulping mental prison you people call Earth.

That is why I'm going to university. If I just waltzed up to the Cheyenne Mountain Military Complex and told them I needed to find my home planet they would deny any knowledge of the Stargate within and politely ask me to leave the area. However, if I am able to make myself smart enough through hard work and sticktoitiveness then I will be able to secure a job within the complex and have all the access I required to find the planet where I belong and become whole.

You see, I have a birthmark on my inner-left thigh that could possibly be a symbol in an alien language. I've always know that my alien parents left this mark on me in order to help me find my way back to them. I know that once I'm working inside the Cheyenne Mountain Complex I'll be able to develop a close working relationship with Dr Daniel Jackson and I can ask him to examine my birthmark. With his supreme knowledge of alien languages he will be able to decipher its meaning and use the information to locate the planet where my alien parents live. Then I would finally be able to be happy, away from this horrible Earth, in the place where I am wanted, feel comfortable and have the freedom to blossom into the beautiful flower I was always meant to be.