Oh, God. No!

It was a quiet afternoon on the top of this mountain, mist still in the air, and the blue sky barely visible. Small drops of dew were dropping of the blades of grass. Birds made their presence known with the occasional song, but soon stopped.

A large grey disc, with glowing light came down from the sky. As it came closer to the ground, the mist was blown away. It stayed hovering about 2 or 3 meters from the ground, nearly motionless, waiting.

Inside, it was calm, everybody knew their job, and hardly any communication was needed. These beings weren't human, although very similar by appearance. Occasionally one of the aliens would push a button on a lighted panel, but no effects were noticed inside or outside of the un-identified flying object.

Several hours went by. The two beings who were sitting near the window seemed to be looking for something, peering into the mist, and checking their instruments that let them see infrared and sonar scans of the area. Then, a figure was spotted in the distance, climbing up the last slopes of the mountain. A small amount of excitement rolled through the space craft.

The figure kept climbing, his coat slightly damp from dew or from sweat. It was obvious he had been climbing for days, his old face rugged, and his wooden walking staff worn on the bottom point. His sandals were close to falling apart, even after the many repairs that the old man has made on his way up the mountain.

Inside the spaceship the mood had visually elevated. The beings rushed around, bumping into each other. "He's here, give him the Ten Commandments!"