My Short Story Page 8

‘Do you remember?’

Again the voice, again the questions, always questions.

‘Ah you do not.  You are a part of the Calverine.  We are a race that conquers.  We don’t negotiate with races, we don’t listen to pleas.  We wipe them out.  It was ages past that you were sent to the planet called Earth.  Your job was to infiltrate the minds of the species known as mankind.  We knew nothing of Earth or its people and we needed information on who they were and what kind of resistance they could offer.  You were sent in their year 1600 and for many years we were able to track you in the minds of each individual you possessed, but we are a race like all others and mistakes were made.  You were lost to us for almost 400 years, just a modicum of time to us but to you it was generations of minds.  Mankind evolved and so did their technology.  They went from primitive weapons such as ‘  Alan suddenly sensed images.  He had no eyes to see but still there they were, weapons, armour, ammunition, everything from common pistols and rifles to machine guns and atomic bombs.  He saw armour made from cloth and suits of armour made from steel, these were replaced by military uniforms and bullet proof vests.  All of these images were felt in rapid succession.            
Then the voice continued ‘We watched from afar and sent many more to infiltrate.  Few returned and some did not.  Some were not able to comprehend who they were and why they had been sent, this caused the thoughts of the humans to become scrambled to us and they were imprisoned in structures known as asylums.  You alone were the one we sought.  We had almost given up hope but we are strong and just as the Earth’s technology advanced so did we.  We found new ways to contact and it was through a thing the humans call ‘the internet’ that your power was felt.  Each time you used power, that power resonated like a beacon and we were able to follow that beacon over time, until we found you.  You had the knowledge of hundreds of years.  Your knowledge is being fed to us as you hear this message.  We do not speak, we do not feel, we just are.  We are sensory.  All that you know and that you have learned has changed our plans.  We were going to take over this planet and slowly eliminate its people, but now we have a change of plan.  War requires sacrifice and it’s as a whole that we make this decision’

And at last Alan understood, Alan was just a title that had been given to him when he had taken on his latest creation.  He was not Alan, he just was.  The sensory images flooded him again, blood, murder, guns, killing, drugs, bombs, missiles, rape.  The images tore through the entire fabric of his race and if he could have smiled he would.  There was no need to lose any of his race, no need for war, no need for anything.  His race were far more clever than that, for after seeing the images he knew it was just a matter of time, and time was something that was there forever.  He felt himself join with the rest of his race. Wait. Wait.

                It was just a question of time.

                The Earth was wiping out its own people.

He felt what was close to a smile again and this time he swore he could hear laughter.

THE END

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