Communication Record 7
The parties that night are still the stuff of legend. I was offered money, drugs, fame, sex - anything I wanted, if I would just come to this or that person’s party and tell all the guests about the alien ambassador. Paul Allen offered me anything from the Science Fiction Museum in Seattle, which was a very tempting offer. But, I had a feeling that most of that stuff was going to be heading to various collectors off our planet very soon, so I didn’t take him up on it.
Money was going to be worthless very soon, too. This was going to be a disruption of everything we had ever known. Capitalism, communism, class divisions - that was all gonna be going bye-bye before too much longer. All that mattered was our culture, and how much of it we could transmit to alien civilizations. I thought that the aliens would probably resist changing us as long as they could - if they influenced us too much, after all, our cultural output would start lining up with theirs, and that would make us less valuable to them.
So, I picked the parties I went to by how good the sex was. Hey, I’m only human.
