Carl stood from the computer and stretched. ATS wasn't as fun as it used to be. Since President Palin coughed up full disclosure, not much to talk
about anymore. Apparently the universe was filled with life. Most of it harmless. Benign. Some even outwardly friendly.
Where were the bad guys? The evil lizard aliens? Flesh-eating zombie monsters from Planet X?
Seems like the universe was some sort of G-rated movie. Great!
Carl walked over to his kitchen, pulled out some hot-pockets and grabbed another bottle of diet pepsi. Throwing the food in the microwave, he
pondered what to rile up the boring crowd with next.
Politics? Nah. With Palin in, even that got boring. With her doing such a great job, people were even talking about giving her a third term. And
Ron Paul was leading that drive!
Nirubu? Not a chance. Since aliens have been keeping our skies clear, we don't even have to worry about that stuff.
Might as well dig up JFK and troll a thread about him!
The microwave dinged, and as Carl was walkin back to his computer, he neglected to notice a small bright red object at head height, on his wall. Ten
legs and about the size of an Amero coin, it shifted when he walked past.
A tiny port opened on the dorsal surface and a small filament began spooling from its back. The silver filament whipped back and forth then elongated
and targeted the back of Carls head.
Carl had just sat back down when he felt a small sting at the back of his neck. Before he could reach the spot though, his arm froze.
(a voice in his head chimed.) My name is not important. My planet is not important. What is important is destroying as many of you
beings as I can. My associates are right now infecting billions of your species. With our knowlege, and your resources, we are going to rule the
solar system. Again. This was just an introduction. We'll get to know each other for a long time. A long, long, looooong time.
Now get up.
Carl stood and started slowly towards the door to his apartment. Millions of others, doing the same.
Tears were silently trailing down his face, a small silent voice (the only part of Carl left) screaming into the new day.
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beezzer because: (no reason given)
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