His name was Jerry Plinkett, and he lived in a trailer park on the edge of Roswell, New Mexico. Jerry wasn’t like other people. He talked to his microwave, wore socks as gloves, and believed that meteors were messages from aliens—or worse, love letters.
One night, while stargazing with binoculars duct-taped to his forehead, Jerry saw it: a glowing streak across the sky, screaming toward Earth like a burning prom date. He knew immediately—it was for him.
He drove straight into the desert with nothing but a thermos of Tang and a net meant for catching butterflies. When he arrived at the impact site, there was no fire, no crater—just a smooth black stone, humming softly.
Jerry touched it.
It spoke .
Not with words, but feelings. Love. Longing. A desire to merge. And before he could say “abduction,” Jerry was entangled in a cosmic romance with a sentient meteor named Zarnok-7 , destined to travel the galaxy together in eternal orbit…
Jerry Plinkett had always been different. He claimed he was “allergic to normality” and once tried to patent a spoon with teeth. But when Zarnok-7 crash-landed near his trailer, Jerry’s life changed forever.
The meteor didn’t just land—it chose him. It whispered in frequencies only Jerry could hear, telling tales of dying stars and forbidden interstellar romances. Jerry, ever the romantic, proposed marriage using a ring made of gum wrapper and a bottle cap.
The ceremony was held under a blood moon. Local news helicopters filmed the event until they burst into flames—some said spontaneously, others said due to jealousy.
After the wedding, Jerry vanished. Some say he was vaporized. Others believe he ascended. But every year on the anniversary of the crash, a glowing object streaks through the sky above Roswell, trailing glitter and playing “Careless Whisper” on loop.
Locals leave offerings of spark plugs and disco balls.
Zarnok-7 is still searching—for Jerry, or perhaps for someone else willing to fall in love with the universe.
🌌 And somewhere out there… Jerry dances among the stars, sock-gloved hands raised high, finally home.
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