They
had left their planet, thousands of light-years away, looking for
a second chance of life, to conquer a planet without using
violence.
The
journey lasted several years and when they finally arrived, some
of them went on patrol, to study the habits of the natives and hit
them in their weakness.
Down
from the spacecraft they scanned the horizon: a strong glow
radiated from it.
Cautiously
they made their way there and when they approached they heard an
intense buzz out from the homes of those creatures with a smooth
involucrum, two short tentacles, two longer, and a head without
antennae: monstrous and mushy beings.
They
sat in large armchairs and looked, with a turned off and dazed
expression, the monitor which transmitted noisy and colored
images.
The
gaze seemed absent, and occasionally eyelids closed until, asleep,
the head hanged sideways on the neck.
In
that state the natives could be easily neutralized and their
bodies borrowed.
A
quiet and bloodless way to conquer the planet and its inhabitants.
Nobody
would have noticed anything.
Thousands
of invisible spacecrafts came down from the spaceships.
The
mission was completed on a dark night without stars, which seemed
to never end.
In
the morning there was no sign of alien vehicles.
Only
on the ground, apart from some strange signs, the grass seemed
burned in concentric rings.
The
natives awoke with a severe dizziness and a vague feeling of
discomfort.
A
lapse of memory of the past twenty-four hours was their salvation,
a way to accustom the terrestrials to the new identity. Over time,
in fact, that disorientation disappeared.
In
the evening the new terrestrials turned their eyes to heaven as if
driven by a predetermined order, and their eyes grew moist: the
poignant sadness of not being able to admire, on the new planet,
the sunsets in a sky with two suns and five moons.
Nobody
watched in the dark the colored and noisy images on the TV ...
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