(auto)Biography

 

" Lyserg Säure ! " here was the way an Icelandic welcomed me on earth some years ago. He was not really Icelandic but a swedish immigrant who was looking for loneliness. Lyserg Säure were, at first, the only words I can understand and say, terrestrial pronunciation is such a primitive way of speaking you can compare with my harmonious native language, the this words became my first and last name.

Jonas, my swedish friend taught me english "it will be easier to you to conquest the earth, it's an international language", he was using swedish only to show his mood (Sjutton ! Din luckas ost !) later, in Lapland I've learnt a lot more about the swedish language. Jonas told me about the history of your civilization and, particularly, that my ship landed on the same place where the Americans had shot the mood landing in 1969.

NASA knows us, since a long time. My people and me ask it to destroy Mars Explorer when it was about to discover evidences of our existences. We've been watching all your discovering, the picture of one of the only external trace of our martian presence take by the Viking Orbiter July, the 25th of 1976 which you named Cydonia Face and which can made us loose our discretion.

 

 

Here again our linguists have negotiated an excuse with you. But by now I believe you're ready to know the truth.

 

I'm not a martian, but for one century my people and I have lived on Mars. When we came we have to erase the tracks of our predecessor the ones that Giovanni Schiaparelli and Percival Lowell had recorded, after doing that, we have built Cydonia Face and three pyramids in Elysium Planitia, they became our observatories.

 

 

 

We've lived just under Cerberus, the dark stain above.

 

 

 

 

 

Nowadays, since October 1981, we are all on earth, more or less integrated. Me, after spent a year in Iceland, without problems thanks to Jonas and the demographic density of the island, I went to swedish Lapland, I stayed there the time to learn all the customs of the earthmen, to get accustomed to your lateness technology, the I travel Europe to stay in France.

The purpose of this site is, after the development of your knowledge by an experimental exobiology, to open you cultural way of life. Our technology made our people the most developed species of your planet. The genetic incompatibilities passed and some of us got children with external earthmen characteristics but whose intelligence is ours. We are among you; soon our first children will take the control of your world. They're lucky to look like human, myself no. At night I can't sleep I toss and turn, like say a Houston poet. I can live no more the night, hidden. I'm bored. This ain't a life! I've got no news of my people, a little mind transmission sometimes, but that's all. I didn't see them since a long time. The things I've just telling before are nothing but telepathic rumours, me too I want to see our mongrel children.

So, please, accept my face, I want to get out during the day!

 

 

 

 

A little of nostalgia: the part where we use to live in the M31 galaxy.