Part 1
Possibilities
PROLOGUE
The sky at night was vast and perplexing. Viewing it, the countless stars grew bright in the encompassing darkness. Maybe these stars would give us a sign. A point. A mark. A hint. Something that would show the hope of humanity toward which it should set its eyes. Our rockets and spaceships were far from being able to explore the ever-growing universe. The life of our prosperous people would hang in the balance as long as we show our curiosity toward the stars. Then, our little version of the universe would grow exponentially in knowledge and understanding. Now that our lives are set on the growing universe, the promise of space stations and entire colonies on other worlds is in effect. Perhaps our fledgling start to space exploration will attract the eyes of another being. It may have the likeness of us; it may have nothing in common with us. Do these beings have friendly or harmful intentions? Are they just like us in our feeble beginnings, or have they spent hundreds, thousands of years in the great void of space? They might be searching for life as we have been doing, or they might be seeking to destroy our entire race and exterminate us like insects. Who knows? All these possibilities confront the individual viewing the night sky through a telescope. The universe is full of possibilities, which requires the inspiration of everything and understanding of all. We do not know our enemy or friend. They probably don't know us either, or perhaps they have been watching us for a long time. The microscope is their eye, and we are the bacteria being observed through hundreds of magnifications-the Earth's inhabitants with their technology. When this encounter occurs, everything will change- movies, books, our very perceptions of our existence. After all, we can't predict the future or how we view ourselves or others, whether alien or not. The Kinley family, especially the son, watches the sky with awe, curious about the possibility of another race somewhere in the universe. As he yawns and stretches his arms, Joey is tired, for his bedtime is near. His mother Laura and his father Clark are tired as well. As they sleep, they dream of their possible futures.
