Hopefully I’m back for now. So on with the next scenario based around fact.
Disclaimer: This blog post explores a fictional “What If?” scenario surrounding the 1908 Tunguska Event in Siberia. While rooted in the historical mystery of this incredible event, the ideas presented here are speculative and imaginative. I delve into possibilities beyond conventional explanations – including theories about extraterrestrial involvement – for entertainment purposes only.
Over 100 years ago on June 30, 1908, as Nicholas II ruled Russia, a brilliant flash and tremendous force ripped through the Siberian sky. Reports from the few Evenki reindeer herders in the sparsely populated region spoke of a blinding light and earth-shattering tremors – accounts that would later form the basis of one explanation for what occurred. But whispers also circulated amongst them, tales of something…other than a falling star.
The blast was so strong it levelled most of the forest in its path for miles. The prevailing theory, and one readily accepted by scientists, attributes the event to an air bursting asteroid – a celestial body exploding before impact. Yet, the complete absence of any discernible impact crater has always been…problematic. A convenient explanation, perhaps, but one that leaves questions unanswered.
The following story about this unusual event is my weird imagination at work again. What if the suggested theory was wrong. After-all no one within twenty mile radius had witnessed the event.
An Alien’s Perspective: A Mission Gone Wrong
As the pilot of an advanced alien spacecraft, I had been sent to Earth to scout potential mineral resources – specifically, a rare isotope vital to sustaining our civilization’s energy grid. Our technology was far beyond anything humans could comprehend, and our ship was equipped with state-of-the-art sensors and stealth capabilities designed to avoid detection. We had been orbiting Earth for several weeks, collecting data and analysing potential mining sites, unaware of the dangers that lay ahead.
A Fateful Day in Siberia
On this fateful day in June 1908, we were flying over the dense taiga of Siberia when suddenly, an unexpected surge of electromagnetic interference pulsed through our ship’s core. The source was unknown – a localized anomaly unlike anything we’d encountered before. The controls became unresponsive, and I knew that we were doomed.
With no time to lose I initiated the emergency ejection sequence. As the countdown sounded, I watched helplessly as my crewmates’ pods launched into the atmosphere. Just as mine was about to launch, a catastrophic explosion rocked the ship, sending me tumbling through space. My pod had ejected at the last moment, narrowly escaping the doomed craft.
Stranded on Earth
I awoke sometime later in a forest, I would later know to be in Eastern Siberia, injured but alive. After a quick scout of the area, I found my crewmates had not been as fortunate. While my pod had crashed into the trees, cushioning my fall enough to save my life, the other pods had impacted jagged rocky ground, their structural integrity failing instantly.
Though we are not creatures of flesh and blood – our forms are sustained by complex bio-energetic fields – severe trauma can disrupt that equilibrium, leading to a prolonged…decline. It is not death as humans understand it, but a fading, a slow unraveling of consciousness. My crewmates had suffered irreparable damage.
Although not creatures of flesh and blood, death – the cessation of our bio-energetic flow – can occur under certain circumstances. The irony was not lost on me: a civilization capable of traversing interstellar distances, brought low by gravity and unforgiving terrain. Knowing there was no way to repair the ship; for it had been completely destroyed in the explosion, I was stranded on Earth with no means of communicating with my home planet.
A Mysterious Event
As I surveyed the devastation wrought by our spacecraft’s demise, I realized the necessity of crafting a plausible explanation. The scale of the event was significant enough to attract attention, but not so overwhelming as to incite panic. I set about retrieving and burying what fragments I could, carefully arranging them to suggest a natural phenomenon – a meteorite exploding before impact, just as your scientists would later theorise. Our untimely arrival on Earth would become known as the Tunguska event, a mystery that would baffle your kind for decades to come…a mystery I had deliberately created.
Living Among Humans
I knew that I had to hide among the humans and find a way to survive until such time as I could make contact with my kind again. The process was arduous. Learning human languages proved surprisingly difficulty – their illogical nuances and reliance on subtle inflection were baffling. Mimicking their physical mannerisms required constant concentration, and early attempts at integration often drew unwanted attention. But necessity is a powerful teacher, and over time, I learned to navigate their complex social structures.
The Journey Of Learning
Yet, even in this desolation, I detected something… unexpected. Faint signals, carried on the wind – not of distress, but of communication. Humans, despite their fragility, possess a remarkable capacity for connection. They share their fears, their hopes, their stories. It is as if, by voicing their inner worlds, they create a bridge across the void, diminishing the weight of solitude. A curious practice, this sharing… and perhaps, a necessary one. Perhaps, even I could learn from it
I travelled from place to place, adopting new identities and professions as needed – a merchant here, a scholar there, even briefly a travelling musician. My people possess a limited form of bio-mimicry, allowing me to subtly alter my appearance to better fit in with local populations. It wasn’t perfect; I still had to carefully control my movements and suppress certain instinctive behaviours. But it was enough to remain largely undetected.
The Stranger
Eventually, whispers began to circulate about a mysterious figure known only as “The Stranger.” I appeared in times of great need, offering guidance and assistance to those facing hardship – a lost traveler guided back to safety, a village saved from famine with knowledge gleaned from forgotten texts. Some saw me as a benevolent spirit; others whispered of otherworldly origins. My interventions were carefully calculated, designed not only to alleviate suffering but also to subtly observe humanity’s response to crisis, and to assess their potential.
Waiting for the Day
And so, I remain here on Earth, a silent observer across the centuries. The passage of time is different for my kind. What humans perceive as lifetimes are mere blips in our existence. Yet, even for one accustomed to eons, this isolation weighs heavily. I continue to observe, to learn, to adapt – forever bound to this planet and its remarkable inhabitants. But a question lingers: will humanity ever reach a point where they are worthy of the knowledge I possess or am I destined to remain a solitary guardian, watching them repeat the mistakes of history? Reliant on there every move, because the wrong one would threaten my own life span.
Note:
This is not a factual account of what happened at Tunguska, but rather a creative exploration of one possible interpretation. Please remember to consult reliable sources for accurate information regarding the historical event itself. – Possibly just me making a mountain out of a mole hill. (Shahd 2025).