FCE Writing - Science Fiction fun - The last of the Gimawes

As I'm doing the exam for FCE next week's Friday, and it's so boring to write notes, surveys, reports, etc... I'm going to write my preferred, short short sci-fi. One of my favorite writers is Fredric Brown, the best sci-fi writer of all time, in my humble opinion.

The last of the Gimawes.

The teacher was funny and he knew his work quite well. He was a little fat, surely from being much time sitting on his chair correcting exercises and studying. Nonetheless, he was strong and he would be a hard man to beat in a fight. But fighting was not his thing. Well, he fought hard, very hard, with us. He fought to make us better in a way that encouraged us to give the best of us. His glasses were always dirty, anyway, I had never seen him clean them. He said taking care of oneself was pointless, because there were so many people in need. “Tomorrow, tomorrow I will have my hair cut, I will shave myself tomorrow.” And we asked him the day after: “You said you were going to have your hair cut.” And he answered: “And who’s going to correct your exercises? To correct, what a foolish thing to do. You know how to do it, do it right. You can check it. You say you understand, so why do you fail? I don’t understand…” And he kept on complaining about us. But then, he started to explain and he got into another world. He was just like a child with a brand new toy.

“Imagine…”, he told us one day, “No, don’t imagine. I’ve been teaching for twenty years. I think it’s time for me to tell you who I really am.” We thought he was joking as he sometimes did. “I’m not from here”

-How come you’re not from here? You were born here. We know your parents, your brothers, your girlfriend… Comeeeee oooonnnnnnn…”

-Of course, my body is from here. But I’m not. I’m extraterrestrial”

- Teacher, we have the exam on differential calculus tomorrow. We promise to come on Saturday, but now let’s keep on studying, please.”

- And I’m here to save you. Save you from stupidity, the worst evil in the whole Universe.

- Are you calling us stupid people?

- No, not you, my dear pupils. You’re the last chance of humanity. Engineers, mathematicians, physicists, chemists students. You hold the fire of kindness and intelligence. But, forty years ago, the Krakonians, the most filthy race in the galaxy, sent an army of a hundred warriors to spread stupidity all over the Earth. They are body changers and they change body by touch, so they can be anywhere anytime.They’re searching for me.

-You have told us eccentric tales many times. But this time you’ve gone nuts. We know today more than we knew forty years ago.

- We think we know. But why eleven year old children still don’t know the multiply tables? I learnt it with seven. Now, many of your colleagues have to revise it over and over.

-Education is a mess, but it’s not reason enough to say that.

- Have you seen TV? What’s a successful person? Soccer players, actors, singers and we are reaching the final phase. People who don’t know a damn-god little thing about anything are the new role models. Do you think it is happening by chance? A hundred years ago, Einstein was the man to be like.

- And why hasn’t your race sent an army?

- Good question. Because I’m the last of my race. Krakonians came to us as friends and then betrayed us, they spread a virus that killed us all, well, almost all. I’m the last of the Gimawes.