What if science fiction isn’t science fiction at all, but the most talented among us finally awakening?
Piece-by-piece, they resist our captor’s mind control, disclosing the larger tale. The sleeping minds awaken; the facade falls. Then what?
Rarely is that part much of a picnic for the survivors in an alien-encounter story. There’s a ninety percent chance they’re going to obliterate us.
I hope they look cool with some bad-ass weapons and all. Dude, what if they look like Mac & Me? Can you imagine being blown to pieces by that whistling mother effer? Comedic irony.


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