Prisoners of Earth

Prisoners of Earth

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My name is Alex. What anyone before us has known of the world is now a part of history. The earth no longer belongs to humans, and humans no longer fight for it. The infiltration came swiftly, and even had it come slow, somehow I know that the outcome would have still been the same. The Zyronian species were unlike anything we had seen before. I was only ten when they had won dominion over our planet—and they quickly showed how ruthless and emotionless they truly were. We were outnumbered, outsmarted, and nowhere near as advanced. The scary part was—they looked just like us, except they…weren’t, and they all had charcoal black hair. Once on earth, they adapted quickly—ate what we ate, slept as we slept…these are the reasons we didn’t see it at first, the infiltration. They made headway through every asset of our lives, and in the end we found out that one thing is most assuredly different—when they fight, it’s most definitely not as we fight. For them, the fight is over. For the rest of us—it has just begun.
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I wasn't special, I wasn't a marine or a scientist sent here from earth to study Pandora, I was a behaviorist-some say behaviorists are scientists too; but the brain isn't made up of mathematics and hope, it's like the roots of trees. Forever speaking but unheard. I study people's brains and their behavior. I don't look at it with hope and faith. I'm nothing special, not really. When I was accepted to help with Project Pandora, I was exhilarated. This was my big break, something to get me out there. I never expected for it to spiral into my life unprofessionally-become personal, emotional. That I would have to fight in a war between man and alien, choose between my own people and a clan of beings that accepted me-welcomed me, trained and made me one of them. This wasn't supposed to become personal, but it did.

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