Everybody’s head over heels for the aliens.
They say all the right things. They’ve given us all this awesome technology: medical advances, cheap power, that sort of thing. They’re even pretty, in a weird, ethereal sort of way.
Maybe I’ve watched too many episodes of the Twilight Zone, but I know they’re up to something. Something bad. Somebody’s got to stop them. If nobody else can do it, I will.
The Anarchist’s cookbook came in real handy. Wasn’t too hard to get the materials. Come the press conference tomorrow, I’m going to send them a message on behalf of mankind.
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