THE ALPHAVILLE 30th ANNIVERSARY RARITY RAFFLE –
here are the final 10 winners from the fourth draw!

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THE ALPHAVILLE 30th ANNIVERSARY RARITY RAFFLE (Details here, contest closed now)
This march we had a creativity event running here on www.alphavillenow.com, and an unexpected amount of creative fans from all over the world contributed photos, drawings, paintings, poems, sculptures and more - a huge thank you to all participants, and congratulations to the lucky winners.

A little update: initially your prices were planned to be sent out on april 15. Other than that, we decided to throw you an easter party by mailing out all prices already this very evening. Enjoy!

…above you find the winning works of art  #20 to #29 –
here’s # 30, the short story

“ON THE BEACH” by Olek Trembowiecki:

New Year’s Eve, Puerto Arecibo’s coast. 

11:12 p.m. 

- Dude, it’s dark and creepy here. If it wasn’t for that 100 bucks, I’d run from here like hell 

– Jonathan looked really uncomfortably sitting on the sand with a can of beer in his hand and staring at the ocean. Robert had counted all the beers he’s already drunk, but stopped around 8th, and it was over an hour ago. 

- Jon, remember - you’ve agreed to help me with this… project. 

- You mean dumb enough no-life that had nothing better to do today, eh? Jonathan was a janitor in the observatory and yes, he was generous enough to agree helping Robert instead of heaving good time at one of the parties celebrating New Year. His generosity was costing Robert $100. 

- So – again – what’s my role? – asked Jonathan. 

- Here, take this camera and be ready. Strange things will happen and I won’t be able to film it. This is when you step in. 

- Er… what will it be then? I mean these things. You’re making a porn? 

- Porn? No! Of course not. Well, you’ll be filming close encounter of the third kind, my friend. 

- Close what of third what? – Robert slowly but surely started to worry, as Jonathan seemed to be seriously plastered. 

- We’re about to meet a form of extra-terrestrial right here, any minute now. 

- I still don’t get what you’re talking about, dude. 

- UFO will come here, damn it! 

- Whatever, man. If you don’t want to tell me, then don’t. Just be sure to have that 100 bucks for me when we’re done – Jonathan shrugged. 

– But I’m pretty sure it’s gonna be some kinky stuff. 

Robert got slightly depressed. He was a scientist working in nearby observatory and it was today, that he spotted that strange signal. It was alien transmission and it was… in English. It was also already late, and he was sitting alone in the room filled with big computers, monitors etc. He answered the signal and got back a message plus coordinates. The message was: ‘take your most advanced communication device with you’. Nothing more – just these few words. Coordinates pointed the beach by Puerto Arecibo. So he immediately asked Jonathan (who was washing the floor at the moment) for help, got to his car and half an hour later they were sitting on the beach – waiting for whatever was to happen. Most advanced communication device… The first thought that came to Robert’s mind was: iPhone! He just bought himself new iPhone 5, which fitted perfectly the description. But why do aliens need his phone? It was beyond him. Robert reached for the phone and felt like he got paralized. No phone! He must have left it in the observatory. - Noooo! – Robert yelled. 

– Listen Jon, and listen carefully. I must return to the observatory, but be right back. And if these aliens arrive… stall them! Do you understand?! Make them wait for me! 

Do-you-understand?! 

- Whatevs. Just go and I’ll like sit here, wait and stall these porn chicks for you. Robert ran to his car. Jonathan watched him disappear between trees and then turned to ocean again. 

- I could be at the party, maybe getting laid if everything went smooth, but no, I’m sitting on this cold sand like an idiot, staring at this sea or ocean or whatever this oversized puddle is – he muttered and opened another beer.

11:28 p.m. 

- A mist? What else? Come on… 

– Jonathan grumbled. Indeed – the whole beach got filled with thick fog. Suddenly a man appeared – just in front of Jonathan. 

- What the fuck?! Do you want to scare me to death, you… George Clooney?! Because – indeed – it was George Clooney standing right before him. Oh, and he was naked. 

- Greetings, earthling – said George. 

- What are you doing here? And why are you naked?! 

– Jonathan was seriously disturbed. 

- Oh, do you feel uncomfortable with this form of my body? 

- Duh! I can see you wiener! 

And then something inexplicable happened. Clooney melted (or at least he looked like he was melting) and few seconds later he became… Beyonce Knowles. Of course she was naked too. 

- Is it better now? – she asked. 

- Fuck yeah! – Jonathan’s eyes became big and he was smiling big time. 

– But who… I mean what are you? And where’s this mist from? - The fog is caused by my space ship, which hovers over the water. And I am your creator. 

- Yeah right. I know how my dad looks like and you look nothing like him, sweetie. 

- I’m not your father, no. I created all of you, human beings. And now I’ve traveled through space to see where you’re at. 

- Oh, I’m HERE for sure, lady – said Jonathan and, probably accidentally, flexed his muscles. - I mean – what you’ve achieved, what is the level of your technological development. Do you have something for me? 

- I have a beer. Want some, sweetheart? 

- No, thank you. I’m asking about the communication device. 

- Honey, drink a can of beer and we’ll surely communicate on much better level, if you know what I mean. 

- An electronic device allowing you to communicate with other remote human beings. 

- What?… 

- I’ve created many species on many planets. After some time all of them invent devices that let them communicate with other remote individuals. Degree of advancement of these devices are indicating the degree of technological development of these species. If it’s advanced enough, it lets me think they’re ready for my knowledge, so I share my knowledge about technologies you can only dream of. Intergalactic journeys, alternative realities… it all mey be yours. I just need your communication device for evaluation. If the evaluation will be positive – I’ll be back soon to offer you all my knowledge and technology. If the results won’t be satisfactory, I’ll destroy all your kind on this planet to start anew, because you had so much time to develop and wasted it - meaning you’re worthless. So?… Do you have it? 

- Listen sweetie, I have no idea what you’re talking about. You mean – my camera? Should I start filming you or what? 

- It’s worse than I expected. No, I meant… 

– Beyonce concentrated, her eyes rolled up for a second. 

– You probably call it a phone. 

- A phone? Sure! Here’s my excellent Nokia 3310, it’s working like a charm, honey. Take it and call whatever you need, babe – Jonathan gave Beyonce his cellphone. 

- Thank you. Before I leave – is there anything you’d wish for? Maybe you’d like to know secrets of the universe? Or find out about other planets suitable for your human organisms?

 - Call me Jonny, sweetie. 

- So, Jonny… what’s your wish? 

- You know, since you’re so sexy and naked, there’s actually one thing that comes to my mind… 

11:56 p.m. 

- I’m… back! I’m… back, Jonathan! 

– Robert was literally out of breath. He looked at Jonathan, who was still lying on the sand drinking beer. He must have drunk a few more cans, because his face was somewhat blissful. 

– Was anything happening while I wasn’t here? 

- Yep – Jonathan belched. 

– You know, this fog appeared and naked George Clooney came out of it and then he changed into Beyonce and I bonked her and then she disappeared in the fog. 

- Damn it Jon, this was your last beer. That’s it! You won’t ruin this breakthrough moment for our planet just because you’re pissed! We’re going to sit here and wait even the whole night, if it’s necessary. And you have to be ready and conscious! 

- Whatevs. I’m going to sleep. Wake me up when your porn starlets arrive. 

- Oh, shut up and sleep, you pissed ass, and I’ll wait here for our moment of glory 

– Robert couldn’t believe how anyone can sleep in this situation instead of dying from excitement. He looked up at the starry endless sky. 

– Any minute now. Any minute…

Alphaville sculptures by Dirk Rößler