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Tourists wander amidst the pods carelessly, believing the officials who decided after twenty years that the pods were harmless. Forget their sudden, unexplained appearance one night. It’s carnival time!
I was summoned to this hill by a compelling frequency of sound, murmuring an ancient address of rejoice.
I thought I was alone, but others, like me, stand sentry above this valley of pods. We exchange thoughts without speech.
With a wave of meteorites spearing across the midnight sky the dispatch enlightens: we offer no defense to humankind.