Last Thursday, DMAX scheduled a new chapter of the documentary series Aliens, all a rarity on the grid, it could be said that the popular interest in ufology has fallen noticeably since we entered the 21st century. The chapter in question was dedicated to the Roswell case. You know, the case of the farmer who found the alleged remains of an extraterrestrial ship – and its three crew members – in New Mexico in July 1947.
The alleged nonfiction not only addressed the Roswell mystery – reinforced by testimonies such as the grandson of Major Marcel, the guy who, neither short nor lazy, took home fragments of the ship that looked, but were not, aluminum foil – but he wondered why that year, 1947, there was a barrage of sightings and at least another ufological accident with witnesses-that of Cape Girardeau, in Missouri.
The answer was to take it for granted that the aliens had come in droves, interested in the outbreak of atomic bombs in Hiroshima and Nagasaki. They wanted to know what we were going to do with them, and to what extent the planet could be, and by extension, the universe, in danger.
Then he fantasized about the idea that the Cold War had been a cover. Aha, Russia and the United States had reached an agreement to pretend that the technological development being carried out by both powers had nothing to do with the remains of extraterrestrial ships available to each other – yes, Russia had its own Roswell to mid-50s, but with the war going.
Yes, reality is as absurdly moldable as it seems. And nothing happens when it comes to a handful of little green men – a scientist of the time even showed a photograph of one of them: he looked like a funny office worker – but he does play with the unstable present and its infinite and terrifying possibilities.