A tale of a dystopian future where an unknown alien group have colonised the earth and humans struggle to fight back.A tale of a dystopian future where an unknown alien group have colonised the earth and humans struggle to fight back.A tale of a dystopian future where an unknown alien group have colonised the earth and humans struggle to fight back.
Narrator: [narrating]
[first lines]
Narrator: We were once mankind. We were humanity. And now we're no more than pests. Vermin. They came here to exterminate us. They took our history and culture. They covered our landmarks in dying humanity. The wale of the dying carried for miles.
Narrator: They're building some kind of breeding facility for those who survive. People who have defected say it's worse than hell. Humans becoming some kind of surrogate incubators for the alien young.
Narrator: They killed us in waves when they first arrived. They built these mega structures that spew methane, manufacturing their atmosphere. They've sewn their crops, nothing like our plant life, raising the global temperature causing our cities to flood. They waged war on earth. They set fire to our forests. It's already hard to breathe; impossible to breathe if you're close to the stacks.
Narrator: Rats, insects, humans. They hack into our psyche, into our minds, paralyzing us - taking control of the cerebra and the limbic system, rendering us as slaves. We've been able to design a brain barrier that protects us from their influence. They know we can't produce enough of these for everyone, that it's just a matter of time before the entire planet is theirs.
Narrator: But we are survivors. Scrounging enough to eat, gathering enough morale to fight. I wonder if deep down each person knows we are already dead? I wonder if only one sick primordial instinct keep marching us forward aimlessly? Every rational thought tells us it's over. Every vile deceptive chemical in motion tells us it isn't.
Narrator: We are told a different story by our politicians.
