Alien invasion!

Yes: little green men have swooped from the heavens and landed, oh-so quietly, placidly even, first finding the places we'd be least likely to notice them, then, building shelters, homes, colonies, all in the name of spying on us, of seeing through us, of knowing everything there is to know about us, of owning and trading on every piece of DNA and conducting the most disgusting, the most necessary of scientific experiments on them, like a rotten piece of fruit at a science fair, except this isn't a science fair, it's our whole fucking world, everything you know is given to them, they're growing and thinking and building and the whole world is pulsating with their mirth at the control they wield over us, feverishly bonding, sticking fluidly and perfectly to every human thing ever made, their green skyscrapers overarching, shadowing ours, in the putrid, stench-ridden mucus that accompanies our all-too-certain defeat.


My foot is infected.