galactic n. 1

There are no Galactics out here. But there is an Observer. I've been catching the secret ultra signals for the last two hours…warning all ships to stay clear because the system isn’t ready for any kind of contact with Galactic planets.

What kind of a race was this? A race which flew in primitive star ships, yet it had already conquered one of the greatest problems in Galactic history, a problem which had baffled the Galactics for millions of years.

You couldn’t call them stagnant. Their life was too healthy, their civilization too rich in its own way—folk art, folk music, ceremony, religion, the intimacy of family life which the Galactics had lost—for that term. But to one who flew between the streaming suns, it was a small existence.

The galactics traveled in pursuit of trade, making jumps of a magnitude inconceivable to an Earthman’s mind. They lived in comfort and peace, without want or war, each society presenting a new variation of Utopia which only emphasized the homogeneity of the whole.

As far as the Galactics were concerned, Earth was a little backwater planet that was of no importance. Nothing manufactured on the planet was of any use to Galactics.

Certainly the galactics have landed on Earth many times, and have come among us in human form.