I metaphoran alien recently and he entered into my life. I’ll call him Jerome. At first I was anxious and then had a change of heart. He is, however, a legal alien. Unfortunately, once the IMS (Immune system) discovered him, they immediately set out to reject and deport him. Small squadrons of killer cells began to set upon him, but he was protected by his ‘Green Card’. Actually, multiple green cards from different agencies; Gengraf, Cellcept, Prednisone and Daclizumab. These were all administered, by me, under one umbrella agency, not dissimilar to homeland security. Fortuitously, the agents of these killer cells were repelled back to their cavernous marrows, and with luck, will remain dormant, as sleeper cells.
He made his home in the heartland and began work immediately. He works fulltime, now, and specializes in fluid and energy distribution. He works with such regularity and precision that he is often compared to the ticking of a clock, earning him the nickname, ‘Jerome, Jerome, the metronome’. (See Gattaca)
I hope to see him naturalized soon, and as a citizen, I can stand with him, hand over my heart, and pledge allegiance to this union. I sense that his tireless efforts will continue. I guess what I have learned is that we are all strangers on this borrowed land. Yet, as I serve to protect him and he labors to help me, alone we would remain alienated, but together we can stand free.