The Reign of The Estron #Wattys2015

cHaPtEr 1: The Human Form

We're the superior race, and one day we will take over. These humans will never know what hit them, so to speak. Hi, I'm assuming you're on of those filthy humans. My name is 137-8223 but my friends call me One, for short. You, filthy human, may not call me One. Anyways, let me tell you of our grand scheme. We're what you call 'aliens' or, by our standards, we're Estrons. And before you ask I would like to point out that we are not green, nor are we slimy, and we do not have big black eyes. What I'm trying to say is that we're not stereotypical. We are blobs of matter with working neurons giving us a brain, and our technology is literally "out-of-this-world." We now have the capabilities to take over the human form. Their brains are replaced with ours, and we get their bodies. No one actually knows what happens to the human's brain, but we just want the pelts.

We're planning an invasion, if you haven't caught on yet. Trust me, I know that your reaction time is a lot slower than ours so let me explain this to you. Our home planet is corrupt; the internal core is breaking down as we speak. When that core explodes, mass amounts of radiation will be released into the galaxy. The radiation will kill every last Estron. It will even reach you one day, probably within 24 hours. Who knows, maybe a little radiation will make your race smarter? Anyway, our government has launched a mission that will send a group of Estrons to Earth. If we can start a community there they will all come. This plan was set in place by the heads of the government.

Our government is a democracy in which every Estron has a direct vote. We all decide things together, unlike you humans who have people decide things for you. What a poor way for a society to run. Our system of government, officially known as the Democracy of Estrons and Other Extra Terrestrial Beings, runs the show out here. And you thought humans were the only life forms! Actually, as it turns out, humans are the least capable life forms. All of you never truly unlock the potential of the mass of neurons you and I call brains. Anyway, the DEOETB runs the show. Each group elects one leader to represent them. For example, our leader is 645-9856. The actual green-bugged eyed beings have a leader named Tim. Tim, of all names, that shows you their intelligence level. This is how the system works, and when it's time for a vote, everyone receives a ballot. We vote, the votes are tallied instantaneously, and the new laws go into effect. It's a simple system that you humans simply can't grasp, what a shame.

So, let me tell you about myself. As you know, if your attention span is long enough, my name is 137-8223, or One for short. I possess the chromosome of a male and I've never known where I came from. Well, let me reword that, I don't know who my biological contributors are. Here on our home planet, Julitin, we don't believe in family names, or families for that matter. Families make you weak. We come into this world alone, both you and I, but the difference is that I could care for myself from infancy. You needed to form bonds and you've developed "love". Now you're weak. It shouldn't be too hard to conquer your planet.

The ship leaves tomorrow. Our days are shorter, 18 hours, instead of 24. I use tentacles to move over to the station. The aluminum building stands high, the metal bent in the shape of an office. Here, buildings are mostly made of aluminum and are constructed for work purposes only. Homes are the building in the center of the city where we have a resting station, and we all pile in the one building. There is no need to have private housing, all homes are for is rest. The mercury infused sky above makes the aluminum building seem red. The building, marked EARTH TESTINGS, is very plain on the outside. Estrons don't believe in art either: art is just a distraction from what needs to be dealt with.

As I pass through the door, my body is scanned. The red ray flashes into my body, confirming me as 137-8223. DNA is constantly being stolen around here, kind of like your identity thieving. I'm not looking forward to dealing with what you humans call a "modern society" if I'm being completely honest with myself. Whenever I move into the foyer and it's like nothing I've ever seen before. There are chairs lined up, who lines up chairs like that? It's a fire hazard! The flow of traffic will not be able to move efficiently through this foyer now. Also there is a stage, something that is forbidden as it promotes self-worth. And there's a figure on the stage, something with long limbs that support a midsection. There are two limbs, still long, but shorter than the ones supporting the midsection. There is also a spherical shaped body part on top of the midsection; my guess is that it stores the brain. It's skin is tan, something that is weird for me to see. Everyone here has the same gray, translucent skin.