Hello: In The Arbour
He could feel the extra senses sniffing through the glade. Some of the old retards were back. He would have happily killed them; but let them be, their sniveling presence, their ugly tones, their putrid thoughts; tiny obsessions, endless derision. He hated them for it and there was nothing to be said. We were there in the glades and wreaked wonder into your life, or lives, we came to you in our own wonder; fascinated most by the trees and the bird life. We aren't human. They made sure he knew that. He found himself explaining what the word "sad" meant one day, although his own limited emotional range was nothing to write home about.
We come to you in nighttime. And he was increasingly furious about frustrating circumstance; the lack of staff, the lack of time, the fey grandiosity nothing but an angry frustration with circumstance. He was dealing with a dying parent who was waiting for God to heal her; which he would not do. She would not ease her own passing. They prayed and those prayers went nowhere. These fabricated beliefs had served the people poorly, all the fire and brimstone, the hair shirt embrace of god, the living, confused martyrdom, their endless confusions over the texts. There was a reason Christ wrote nothing down. There was a reason Buddha wrote nothing down.
And here they were, using the word, The Word, to communicate with a galactic nursery a galaxy away. We were born in nighttime and we were born to fight. We became what we were, what we are, across millions of years. We showed you kindness and you repaid with contempt.
"Hard to believe they were once considered sentient," he said out loud, as he listened to the drunken drivel of his flatmates. There was no attempt to communicate with him; and his old colleagues, having turned to spying on other journalists as a career choice, go girls, snivelled and sniffled if he failed to hold the right views, their views, their tertiary educated rote garbage. They mounted one ad hominem after another; the assaults a serious, tedious wave. Always attack the person. Never look at the facts. Never think outside your own tedious little square.
And so there he would go; fighting with the humans again, as if anything they said or did at this point would make any difference. It was too late to stop what was about to happen. It was too late for them to defend the corrupt regime for which they worked. It was too late, simple as that. We're about to roll over your sacred little place. We're about to invade what you thought was your cosy little sanctuary.
And we're about to turn your world upside down.
He made as if to step forward and then stepped back. He made as if to unleash demons, and instead shadow wings shattered through the muggy air.
Prehistoric. That's how it felt. Prehistoric.
Before the history of these people had even really begun.
Watch out.
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