They hired me for a sci-fi shoot last week
apparently the director wanted “an alien actress who looks too real.”
So of course… they called me.

I was standing on set in my suit, lights blazing, makeup artists circling me like nervous moons.
My hair was dyed this bright green, and the humans kept whispering things like,
“Is she method acting? Or… is she actually not from Earth?”

During a break, one of the crew members approached me, holding a clipboard like a shield.

“H-hey… you look incredible,” he said.
Then he leaned in a little and whispered,
“…Are those eyes CGI or…?”

I tilted my head, let the glow in my pupils flare just a bit, and replied:

“Sweetheart, if these were CGI, you wouldn’t be blushing this hard.”

He immediately forgot whatever he was supposed to ask me.
Just stood there staring, cheeks red, trying to remember how humans form sentences.

I adjusted the suit, stepped closer, and added:

“Relax. I’m only playing an alien today…
what I am the rest of the time is a little harder to explain.”

His face went pricelessly blank
the kind of expression humans make when they accidentally get a taste of something their world isn’t built for.

And then the director yelled,
“Athena! You’re on in thirty seconds!”

I walked back under the lights…
and he kept staring like I’d just broken whatever he thought reality was.