The Others
The "others" are out there and always have been.
Just outside the periphery of
our rudimentary technology
four light-years ahead of
our feverish calamity.
They're a patient breed.
That's their greatest strength...
Playing the waiting game.
Waiting for us to self-destruct.
Then, like locusts, they'll descend to take the reins.
The owners of a new-age garden of calamity.
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