Ah, those damned chicken alien observers. All 'hands off, leave them to their own devises' but no 'Hey, how y'all doing, can we help?'.
Just like what you'd expect a bunch of quintuple-eyed, tentacled fuss-budgets in shiny robes lounging on antigrav couches, sipping fine Beteljuice
while deciding the future of the human race. Or were they discussing the ants?
You have a way with official documents, Chonx. I'm wondering if you've spent time in the offices of the United Nations drafting up procedures for
forced migrations due to the desertification of sub-Saharan countries?
I'm kidding you.
Nicely written and just a wee bit frightening to consider.