It’s been six weeks since Stella rescued me.

This incident, and the endless recovery period that followed it, forced me to postpone the project I had had in mind for a while: perform live with my set of instruments made from recycled flying saucer parts.

Fortunately, I was finally able to resume rehearsal and get ready for the show: last night I gave the first extra-terrestrial concert on Earth. Stella had gathered some acquaintances of hers, who had invited some friends themselves. She hoped they would constitute a small but open-minded crowd: open-minded enough to attend a concert performed by an alien artificial intelligence…

Eventually the audience wasn’t hostile, but a little circumspect, to be honest. So I left the stage with mixed feelings…

Still, it is a huge improvement compared to being chased, or fled from.