Author's Note: I wrote this as an English assignment and really like it. I hope you do too! Thanks for reading! (PLEASE REVIEW! ...please no flames... )

P.S. I changed my name at the end of the introduction. Sadly, my name is not reall Nerdy Knitter...

Introduction

Dear Reader,

As I am an AP US History this year (and it sucks up all my time, double entendre not intended, but fairly accurate), I figured I might as well discuss something historical in my satire. Had is occurred to me sooner, I would have done a political cartoon of sorts satirizing the actions of King George III.

Instead, this story is meant to satirize the treatment of Native Americans during the early colonial period. My story takes place in a very similar situation set millions of years in the future after the merging of the Milky Way and Andromeda Galaxies in which the Earth is being taken over by aliens of all sorts.

On a larger scale, my story satirizes discrimination by putting the human race as a whole in a situation in which all are being targeted, discriminated against, and enslaved. I think it also points out the repetition of history and a flaw or two in human nature.

You may notice something strange in my story: the world 8 million years in the future seems much like the world today. First, evolution does not seem to have taken place (until the end). This is because I'm not sure if I believe evolution is real. I'm one of those religious creationists whose brain says yes, while her religion says no. It's not that I have a problem with potentially being related to monkeys because I like monkeys (especially since my Grambly passed because we are really close and we made a group of 6 or 7 sock monkeys together, one of which is named Mooki and is fairly similar to the description given in the story). Second, society seems the same as today's with the same countries and everything. It might be confusing if too much is changed. Also, I had a limited amount of time to work on this and loads of other homework, so I didn't have a lot of time to think up a new society. I know, excuses, excuses. It was also easier for me to write (and that goes for both). Hopefully neither will detract from the 8th age feel to the story.

Now that I've spoiled the story for you, please enjoy!

Sincerely,

Nerdy Knitter

DECEMBER 23, 6,789,482

LOWELL OBSERVATORY

NORTHERN ARIZONA

"Any day now our galaxies should start to merge," Albert stated excitedly. He wasn't one of the greatest scientific minds, but he had studied the merging of the Andromeda and Milky Way galaxies for years. The minute he was waiting for was close at hand. All of the world's successfully launched telescopes were pointed at the edges of the galaxies, which were, at this point, mere molecules apart. It would be decades, maybe centuries or milennia, until changes reached the Earth, but Albert was glad he could see the beginning.

MEETING OF THE UNITED NATIONS

MONDAY, JUNE 8, 8,002,011

UNITED NATIONS BUILDING

NEW YORK, NEW YORK

"Back in 6,789,482, Albert Rousseau and the rest of world looked forward to the merging of the Andromeda and Milky Way Galaxies. Had they lived to see this day and age, they would not have been so excited. When the edge of the Andromeda galaxy became visible to Earth, odd things begin to occur," said Lina Bates. She was one of England's United Nations representatives who was presenting a case of, as she believed, particular importance. "We continued to discover new creatures in the ocean, but one day, Gerald DeBrogglie and his team of deep sea divers discovered an especially unusual creature." The TV was force fed a disk whose footage was immediately displayed on the screen. "The creature was about four inches tall and had a long green tail, gills and lungs, large green eyes, and a striped body. It looked rather like a sock monkey with what the team called it, 'A gloomily satisfied' look on its face. This small creature had an almost human grace and hope. The team was amazed by the animal, but thought that it was just another one of those amazing creatures who had been tucked away in the depths of the ocean. They called this odd little fellow a 'Mooki' and sent it on its way.

"What the team failed to notice," Lina pointed at the screen, "is that there are no creatures even remotely similar in this area. This was overlooked, as anybody would have done.

"In the mean time, these creatures started spreading out. Within the decade they could be found in every major body of water across the world. People were astonished to see these wonderful and gorgeous creatures swimming around. The beaches with the highest population of Mookis became the most popular tourist destinations. They soon became popular pets as many thought they were prettier (and cheaper) than goldfish. Fisherman almost gave up fishing for collecting Mookis to be sold (it, after all, was a booming business).

"Soon, Mookis could be seen in every body of water on the planet. They thrived in lakes with no nutrients (which yet remains a mystery to today's best and brightest) and in lakes with no connection to any other body of water (yet, another conundrum). You could turn on the faucet and a gaggle of Mookis would flop into the sink. It occasionally rained Mookis! Sure, they were lovely creatures, but people got tired of looking at Mookis' constantly elated faces glowing back at them.

"Mookis fell off the market. Fishermen returned to fishing and goldfish returned to their bowls. Or, they would have returned to their bowls if they were anywhere to be found. For some reason, fishermen, trollers, whalers, deep sea divers, shrimpers, clam diggers, scuba divers, biologists, and whoever else went to water in search of fish could only find Mookis! Mookis had seemingly taken over the ocean!

"More recently we have noticed strange creatures in the sky. They look like elephants except they are about one eighth the size of actual elephants. They have large, white, beautiful angel wings and are varying shades of purple. These creatures were first spotted by scientists exploring the north pole who described them as having an almost human spirit, especially when it comes to adventure. Like Mookis, they have gradually begun to take over, the skies, in this case; they have been spotted as far south as Paris, France.

"So far, these creatures, whom we believe to be aliens, have captured the sea and are well on their way to ruling the skies. I believe that the land will be next. Within the next few years we will notice a strange new land animal, probably a cute one, then see them more, and more, and more until they have taken over the land."

***

Lina was right. By 8,002,032, the small, flying, purple elephants, called "Gollems," had taken over the sky. Sure, there were still birds and bats, but from what people could see, it looked like these small creatures had enslaved even the largest birds. By 8,002,046, people began to notice large whale-like creatures innocently roaming small beachfront forests. Their green fur, four stout legs, and large round eyes made them a rather repulsive sight to behold. These creatures were popularly known as "Troggles," and unlike Mookis, they didn't even try to be nice. At first, they preyed on small coastal villages (usually in rural Alaska) that had been devastated due to the fish famine. Few people noticed the disappearance of these villages. People went on with their lives and didn't even stop to notice that Troggles had begun to escalate, attacking larger and southern more villages and towns, having all but exhausted the northerly ones.

"Breaking news!" The news anchor screamed one no longer lazy afternoon. "A large band of Troggles marched on Avalon, California, this morning. Thus far it appears as though they have blocked off the city's exits and are holding the people hostage!" The news anchor yelled to some 'tech dude,' as she called him, to flash some footage of the scene on the screen.

It was only 8,002,078, and the Troggles must have been gaining confidence for they went from attacking villages like Mekoryuk and Ouzinkie, with scarecly 200 people a piece, to Avalon, a small city with a population of about 6,000 people.

"As you can see here," the same news anchor began, "there is a large force of Troggles heading south from the other part of the island. They should arrive any minute now, although we are not sure of their plans. Now, on another note, this little town is on an island not to far from Los Angeles. There are no land routes to this island. We here at WZJN News, are confused as to how they arrived at the island. Did they swim? Did they fly? Did they -"

Something flashed on the screen.

"What was that!"

Another mysterious red flash.

A large crowd of people ran, screaming, trampling each other, just to find a way out.

"What is going on here?"

Flash!

One person disappeared.

Flash!

Three more gone.

"I think the Troggles are flashing red lights to kill people."

More writhing people, mauling each other, vying for escape.

"No," a voice said from somewhere inside the studio, "They're... They're blinking."

Blink!

Flash!

A quarter of the crowd now! Vaporized; dissolved into the wind!

"This is horrible!"

Flash!

Only half of the crowd was left!

But, then, it stopped. The new force of Troggles had arrived. They rounded up the remaining 3,000 people and herded them off to a small warehouse.

"Our cameras cannot see what is going on in there! It appears that they have blocked the windows! Where are the police in all of this!"

"They're too scared to come," Ernie suggested. "Who wouldn't be?" Ernie changed the channel and found similar footage. He listened to the red-headed news anchor blab about the subtle disappearance of police and fire stations over the past few months. A police station that randomly vanished, a fire station that burned down in a mysterious red fire, and the slaughter of the police officers last week, all of which remained mysteries whose perpetrators were yet to be discovered.

Suddenly, there was a loud, high pitched, vibrating noise resonating throughout the city, the news station, and Ernie's humble home. The doors to the warehouse were flung open and out marched 3,000 silently obedient people with glazed looks on their faces. Two lines of such figures streamed through the doors at an amazing pace. There were so many that if people weren't busy wondering what in the Andromeda galaxy had just happened, they would have mulled over how so many people could have fit in that building. Instead, the only thing they were †pondering was what these creatures were.

The seemingly entranced people started to tear down their buildings, brick by brick. They tore down what they had worked on all their lives, what they had known all their lives, what they had worked for all their lives, and threw it into the ocean. These slaves tore down their lives and homes so they could build things for the comfort of their new masters. Through their cold, glazed, emotionless faces, they began to weep.

The room was silent. The TV which had once been loud with buzzing, screaming, chaos, panic, and torture, was now silent with a profound and utter silence.

The original group of Troggles that attacked the village now moved to the northern side of the island and out of the view of the cameras. A few weeks later, there was word of attacks such as this throughout the west coast. By the end of the year, Troggles had successfully captured small towns and villages across the western hemisphere. By 8,003,000, Troggles held all small cities across the world and were working on gaining control of larger cities.

Each time, they attacked with a deep, unmistakable, and unknown reminiscence and a sorrowful successfulness. For these were the ones who left when they thought the world would end. These were the ones who went to Mars. Pluto. Venus. Who knows where. Anywhere but here! These were the ones who looked for a brighter tomorrow in outer space. The greener grass. The proverbial light at the end of the tunnel! These were the ones who thought they knew better. Thought God* didn't give them exactly what they needed. Thought God wouldn't provide. Help. Care. Love. Nurture. Teach, as He has always done! These were the ones. Doomed to kill off their brothers and sisters who stayed home. Doomed to slay innocent people as they themselves were slain and had done to each other hundreds of times, not understanding that they were one and the same.

Mookis possessed an almost human grace and freedom. Golems, a human-like spirit. But to Troggles belonged the darkest of all: human cruelty.

THE END...?

†Ponder - according to my dictionary, to ponder means something along the lines of to think about. However, from the Latin roots of the word, to ponder doesn't just mean to mentally think about something, but to hold it in your heart and think about it in a deep and profound manner.

*Note: The mentioning of God in one of the last paragraphs was not meant to offend any religious beliefs. It was meant in reference to any God, gods, or goddesses the reader may believe in not specifically the God that the author believes in (although for her it does refer to Him).

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