Mars Invasion 2009
Harold Enders woke up to find himself confused. His bed was as it should be, yet his bureau, the posters on the wall, and his writing desk were somehow rearranged from the day before. It was as if someone creeped into his bedroom and did this while he slept. Then he remembered. It was all over the news. On CNN last night the female spokesperson for the Martians came on and explained the whole thing. The Martians had colonized our planet two centuries ago. They looked very much like us except for a small scar on their foreheads.
The spokesperson says that their ancestors had to leave their native planet due to all the industrial pollution, and eventual destruction of their ozone layer. Fortunately they allocated a huge part of their economy toward space travel.
Harold scratched his head and looked at himself in the mirror. As he washed and began shaving his face he remembered what the spokesperson said about the reason the Martians revealed themselves to us. It was necessary because the native peoples of Earth were on the road to the same destruction of their world. But why was his furniture rearranged?
Then he remembered, the Martians were moving us! Every person at home, office building, sports stadium, civic center, and other venues were going to be relocated by the Martians! The spokesperson told us we would be visited while we slept by their skilled movers. By next month the whole human and Martian population would be relocated to another planet outside our solar system.
Harold watched as CNN cameras panned to all the protesting government officials, and ordinary citizens who began shouting and waving their fists at the Martian spokesperson, whose name Harold remembered was Cynthia. They seemed helpless when the Martians began zapping a shiny beam of light on the crowd. Everyone became docile and cooperative, even clapping when Cynthia ended her speech. Harold did not know what to do now. How can we stop the Martians from moving the whole human race to another planet? As he rinsed off the shaving cream from his face he noticed something. Right over his left eye brow he could clearly see a small scar in the shape of a triangle. Funny, he never noticed that before. Then it struck him. Could he be a Martian, too? The room began to spin around. He tried to hold onto the sink to steady himself as the realization sank in. He closed his eyes and then a piercing, screeching noise became louder and louder until--.
Harold Enders woke up to find himself confused. He was in his bed, his alarm went off, and his room seemed to be the way he left it. Then he remembered. I had a crazy dream, he thought to himself. As he went to the bathroom to shave he clicked on his wide screen television to watch the news on CNN. A female spokesperson was preparing to address the United Nations. The caption showed her name was Cynthia.