Aliens Really Are Real

"You're wearing the same things and your room looks the same, so things haven't changed too much ... but you're from outer space now. I mean you're not *really* from outer space, because my wish *is* limited by range and it didn't create any new planets, but you probably have blue blood or something." "Don't you watch Smallville?" asked Jon. "Clark has red blood. When you ever see it, that is ..." "But that's a TV show, Jon. So what kind of space alien are you?" Jon took the stone from Karyn. "I wish to know what planet I'm from." The stone glowed. "Jon, I just told you that I couldn't create any new planets, because of the range limitation. Jon? What is it?" He had an odd look on his face. "I know what planet I'm from." "How can that be? I can't create new ..." "You didn't have to create a *new* planet. I'm an alien from an *existing* planet. One that's 100 light years from here." "So, there really *are* aliens on other planets?" Karyn asked. "Yes." "So, what's your planet like? What's it called? Are the people friendly?" Then a thought occured to her. "Can we go there? Since you're an alien, you don't have any limitations on your wishes. We could go there and visit, then come back. How about it, Jon?"