Siva Sundaresh

The arrival of Siva was not really a birth, more like an impact event. At 3:42 AM on a Tuesday, a streak of light cut across the sky, brighter than anything the neighbors had ever seen, with a crash louder than 30 car alarms. A moment later, a smoking capsule crashed directly into the middle of a Little League baseball field, sending dirt flying.

The hatch slowly opened, and out stepped Siva. He was already wearing a freshly-pressed suit, a pair of sunglasses despite the hour, and a nametag that read “Hello, I am INEVITABLE.”

From that night on, things started to change. Vending machines across the Midwest mysteriously stocked only Funyuns. Traffic lights blinked in strange patterns that looked suspiciously like Morse code, and Siva seemed to be the only one who understood them. Every dog in a five-mile radius began to stop barking at exactly 11:11 each morning.

In the middle of it all, Siva blended in almost perfectly. Most afternoons he could be found doodling spirals that looked a lot like crop circles or teaching pigeons how to march in formation. Once in a while, if you caught him in the right mood, he would even start glowing a faint blue.

And so he stayed. With the Buffoons. With us. Until the next capsule comes calling.