posted on Mar, 23 2014 @ 06:20 PM
2050. Earth. Low orbit.
In Low earth orbit, the planet fills your view. It’s not the normal view. It’s blue and blue and bright and blue. Starkly set against the
inkwell of space. Stars speckle and struggle against the ink to prove there’s light at the end of everything. But all they prove is that darkness
dominates the sky.
Out of that darkness came a perfect round drop of black ink, skimming through the fingertips of the xenosphere at 7.8 km/s. The sphere was rimmed by
a bright blue crescent mirroring its enormous anchor far below. Silhouetted against the Earth it was impossible to tell if it was enormous itself or
microscopic in comparison. It was quickly followed by three identical companions in apparent haste towards an unknown destination.
Men in the garb of desert country mill about carrying crates, cooking over fires that light their smiling faces as they joke about their wives and
brothers. Most of the men carry guns or have one nearby, but no one is alert, no one is on guard. Dogs pick at the fat and bone the cook throws from
the fire once he’s done picking at it.
As suddenly as they appeared they burst open in quick succession. No sound was heard as their contents exploded with a haze of steam only to be
consumed in a fire of atmospheric friction. Four synchronized meteors began falling onto the earth towards an unknown destination.
Suddenly a finger is thrust to the sky and shouts of excitement spreads out from it like a wave.
Is it a sign? Does Allah bless this night? Have you ever seen such a thing? I wonder where they will land? Ah, they are gone. They must have
burnt up. Get back to work.
As the objects slow, four black triangles emerge from the dying blaze, thrusters slowing and stabilizing their descent. Still too small and high for
the eye to see from below they twist subtly as small puffs of fire spurt from wingtips. Their rocket entry tempers to a breakneck glide as they
traverse miles in seconds, silent as an ocean predator. As suddenly as every preceding action the triangles let loose cargo from their bellies and
swoop back to space as if returning to orbit for a breath of air. Moonlight reveals the contents in the shape of four bulky human figures, their
bodies poised for and fearless of the coming impact with their unknown destination.
The desert men weren’t prepared for what came next. Few men could be. The initial landing was intentionally central, brutal and distracting. Two
black metallic legs the size of men came crashing down on the fire, spreading embers and panic in equal measure. The arms that followed were no less
cruel as they reached for the nearest limbs they could break before those limbs could react. Five men in arms reach were dead before a single spark
had touched the sand. These men didn’t have time to scream. But their companions did.
The first shot hit the target: the back of the metal man standing in the remains of their dinner. The rest of the bullets hit higher and higher until
they were shooting towards the sky as his head was pushed backwards and buried in the soft desert ground. With a twist of his neck his soul was
flying towards an unknown destination and his body was flying towards the next man taking aim. Just as he pressed the trigger he was jolted aside and
his bullets tore through one of his own. He would have felt anger or remorse or fear had he had time to feel anything at all. Quickly, he joined his
companions on the other side.
The rest of the group was having similar luck as the three metal men pushed in from all sides towards the center distraction. Bursts of bullets let
loose and were quickly silenced as quickly as the bursts of terror from the mouths of former men. Were it not for these sounds, and the sounds of
breaking bones and ripping flesh there would be no sound at all. The metal men made no sound. Their strength was able to rip metal and flesh as
easily as it could disguise all movements with perfect coordination.
As the last burning ember landed and extinguished on what remained of the cook, the four metal men stood together scanning the area for any remaining
signs of life. They moved like men, but with more grace and subtlety, especially considering their size. Their forms were simple and efficient,
smooth curves, few seams and no embellishments. Their heads were almost spheres, but flattened in the front enough to know which way it was facing,
though they undoubtedly were looking in all directions at all times, in who knows how many wavelengths of light.
Clearly knowing their job was complete the four metal men walked, then jogged then broke into a run across the dunes, each staggered just a second
behind the man in front. They didn’t run long and soon the first metal man jumped into the air to a height that seemed to equal the moon in the
sky. At the moment he reached his apex and his body was about to start its descent, he was snatched out of the sky like the heroine in a super hero
comic. His companions followed in perfect sync.
The process that brought them to the desert then unfolded in reverse. The triangle ships once again swooped back through the atmosphere and into
orbit. They were quickly met by the orbs in black and were swallowed as quickly as they were spit out. The spheres continued on their orbit without
missing a beat toward some new unknown destination.
“Lights!” Said the voice from the back. She had made a decision and we knew it. But it wouldn’t come easy and it wouldn’t come straight.