It's Saturday the 28th of March 2009.
The flying saucer slowly orbits the earth at a leisurely 39,895 km/hr. Bork stares out the window, vaguely distracted by the dim outline of his enormous green head reflecting back at him.
"Whoa, I'm truly one handsome alien."
He doesn't realise that he has actually verbalised that observation until Sjnorgf snorts loudly from the steering deck and says: "Yes, you're a regular Alien Schwarzenegger."
Blissfully oblivious to Sjnorgf's sarcastic tone, Bork turns bright orange at the compliment (according to him) and flexes his long, thin tendrils to check for any ripples or bulges that would, at last, indicate some muscle tone. To no avail.
"BORK!" Sjnorgf screams. "Pay attention! Geez, if any human was ever to encounter you, they'll say that the skeptics among them are right to believe that no intelligent life exists out here. You KNOW you're supposed to be on the look-out for telescopes pointing our way so that we can mess with them a bit! I'm tired of hovering over deserted corn fields in the American Midwest. It burns up the engine. And I swear, if I have to make ONE more childish crop circle..."
"Sorry," Bork mumbles, blushing orange again. He folds his tendrils (yes, even aliens can sulk) and turns his unblinking eye towards that weird and incomprehensible planet outside the window, concentrating extra hard to summon the willpower that would prevent him from focusing on his irresistible reflection.
He tries to remember the names of all the shapes of the various landmasses (continentals, he thinks they are called) as it passes by his window. Suddenly he notices something odd. "Whoa!" he says out loudly again.
"Bork, I TOLD you to stop..." Sjnorgf begins to scold Bork, but then he also notices. He pulls up the brake and levitates over to the other window in order to have a better look as well. Across the entire Australasia, lights are flickering off. Yet, unusually, it has already been a few hours after darkness has descended upon that side of the planet, but too early for those humans to begin turning out their lights for that lazy indulgence they have called bedtime and sleep. And it was happening simultaneously in those places falling in the same time zone! Yes, this was extremely strange indeed.
"I could've sworn that it's supposed to be the other way around. Don't the lights usually go ON after it gets dark?" Bork asks, sounding genuinely perplexed.
Sjnorgf almost begins to explain the concept of night and day to Bork again, but then thinks better of it. Instead, he levitates back to the controls and releases the brake. They carry on until reaching Africa.
"Whoa!" Bork says again. "Check, this one is staying almost entirely dark most of the time!"
"Yes, well, in South Africa they have an electric company whose motto seems to be: 'We make the dark continent even darker!'," Sjnorgf mutters. But he watches, intrigued, how even the few lights in Africa also flicker off for a short while a few hours some time after sunset. "Time to move on. For all we know it's just that electric company that is leaving the people powerless once again. So it might just be an odd coincidence."
When they reach South America a few seconds later, it is still daylight there, so Sjnorgf pulls up the brakes again and they wait for a few minutes, Bork sneaking admiring glances at his reflection yet again, an entirely pointless exercise he never seems to grow tired of.
But it turns out that even his vanity can't outlast his attention span, and he ends up emptying his pockets. The new activity is so engrossing, he doesn't even glance up when all the lights across South America and North America flickers off for about an earthly hour successively across the various time zones. Sjnorgf says: "Well, would you look at that. Those earthlings are definitely up to something.
Bork spreads out the contents of his pockets on the console in front of him. Space junk left behind by those stubborn humans who have been shooting various things (including, insanely enough, themselves at times) up here to actually see if creatures like Bork and Sjnorgf exist. Bork chuckles. If only they knew how often they've been right there among them on earth! He especially loves to try and pick up illegal alien chicks in the United States. He once came close to blowing his cover when he chatted up this redheaded illegal alien at a Sci-Fi Convention in Baltimore, Maryland. It was almost as if she had suspected that something was up with him, because she kept on asking him questions about which character he was supposed to be? It scared him. She later confessed that she thought that he was someone from a place she referred to as "Immigration".
But apart from that close call with that alien chick, he still loves to go there and to collect earth junk when he is down there. He especially loves going to that public book place and printing out pages from Internet web pages, his favourite being a group blog site called MyDigitalLife.
At that moment, while scratching through his collection of earth junk, his eye falls on a printout from that very website he had made at the library last week. He hadn't even read it, but he liked it because the subject had something to do with earth. And yes, in case you still aren't able to tell, Bork is a bit obsessed with all things earthy, even though he can't quite understand the planet and its inhabitants.
He starts to read the printout. "Um... boss?" he says to Sjnorgf after a long time. "I think I know what they're doing down there."
"Yeah, right." Sjnorgf mutters, but quiets down when Bork hands him the piece of earth scrap.
He scans it with his eye and then bursts (quite literally... complete with purple slime shooting out of his split sides and his nostril) out laughing.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! They really are a funny bunch. They turn off their lights for a measly hour and get right back into their SUVs and think that they are being good earthlings. Oh, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I've never SEEN such a funny thing! See why I keep on coming back here, Borky? Because they are just so endlessly amusing."
And with that the flying saucer speeds away from the little blue planet with its chaotic and apparently hilarious inhabitants, leaving a trail of star dust in its wake.
*The redheaded former illegal alien would like to issue the disclaimer that she totally did her bit for Earth Hour as well by turning off her little bedside lamp and lighting a few scented candles. So as far as she is concerned, that cynical old Sjnorgf should just go and fly into the sun.