Things Fall Apart

One human concept I learned very quickly working at a school is that children should not be given shiny, expensive things that are prone to breaking.  This is true when my little sister borrows the car as well as when recently arrived aliens learn the concept of capitalism.

After the incident with my fellow refugee last week, the government has been very anxious about this new burden I have accepted.  By “burden I have accepted” I mean the burden they have accepted and passed onto me.  I was starting to wonder what these humans hoped to accomplish by welcoming my alien brethren to the community so quickly, and now I realize, they did not quite know themselves.

I am sure their short-term goals of our advanced technology and such were enough to motivate them, but the cultural divide is starting to form.  My government contacts have been “on edge” lately, and my alien friends do not know quite what to do with themselves much of the time.

I have also become aware that this is an election year in this nation, and that causes the politicians that run this government to behave more irrationally than usual.  Apparently, we are “messing up the jobs numbers” to one or the other side’s dissatisfaction.  I am not even sure which representatives could possible know the truth about us, but it is getting harder for us to stay out of the way.

So, while the local government plays with our shiny toys, I have to pick up the pieces when one of the new immigrants breaks the rules they do not know about or follows the wrong ones.