Everything is dark.

The last thing I remember is a flashing light, and a loud BANG!

I look to my left and move the fingers on my hand.

I’m still alive.

I think everything is okay.

Luckily, the trees helped cushion the impact and slowed our speed before plummeting into the surface.

Our crew is 6.

I look around and everyone is accounted for in their hyper sleep chambers. Vitals appear to be normal and no one has been disturbed from their sleep.

I look into the mirror. Aside from a few bumps and scratches, I too appear to be fine.

The equipment still works on my dash. Aside from some outer damage, the engine and fuel lines appear to be stable.

I pull up the information from sensors placed outside measuring the quality of the outside air.

All the readings indicate that this is an exact duplicate of planet Earth.

Which means, we shouldn’t require any kind of “space gear” to properly breath and function.

Incredible.

Within 15 minutes our ship is surrounded by the creatures of this planet.

They look exactly like us… are they human? I suppose we will need to make contact and know for sure.

As I descend upon our aircraft, the onlookers start to murmur. Clearly there is confusion amongst their kind. Probably like us, they were expecting to see something alien. Maybe some small grey figure with a giant heads and black eyes?

As I approach the ground, someone who looks to be in charge walks towards me and extends a welcoming hand.

“Gooo Gooo, gah gah” the full grown man says in a baby like voice, and begins trying to put my fingers towards his mouth.

“What the fuck?!?” I scream out in utter confusion.

“Leroy! No! The guests are not food” belts a much more adult voice.

I look around to see where the voice is coming from.

“Down Here!”

As my eyes wander towards my feet, I notice a baby, just barely old enough to walk.

I look in confusion.

He opens his mouth.

“Did you not hear me? I could have sworn you just yelled something in English, so clearly you must understand a bit of what I’m saying, no?”

I blink several times. Clearly my eyes and/or ears must be playing tricks on me.

I begin to speak.

“I’m sorry, I must be a little dazed from the crash. I could have sworn that man over there sounded like a baby and attempted to put my fingers in his mouth… and you a baby of maybe 2 years old, is speaking to me as if you’re a 60 year old man.”

“60?? I’m offended. I’ll have you know that I recently celebrated my 56th Birthday and am feeling as spry as ever… except for maybe my balance… my legs aren’t what they used to be. And maybe my vantage point has decreased significantly in the last 5 years… but my mind is sharp. But you wouldn’t know anything about that. You’re just a child. old enough to be my grandson. Let me guess, 7 or 8? Where’s the adult from your ship, clearly you can’t be in charge”.

Suddenly I realized a major difference between our worlds. It would appear that the aging process was the complete opposite to Earth, which made me think: how the hell does the birthing process take place? My mind starts to wander and I become overwhelmed in thought in front of this strange old man baby.

I looked down.

“Well son, how old are you? Where are your parents?”

“Wha…..!?”

I puke uncontrollably and begin to lose consciousness as I tumble towards the ground.

“What the actual fuck?!?!?” says the old man baby.

Everything goes black.