Anxious bodies in travel pods, cyclic alien armies pour out like dark steam explorers, pipes exploding and freezing rain in transit. Terraforming new worlds, new silence and the TikTok dance of the owl-like clusters of humans and pressurized cabins full of robotic cattle. The cyborgs and machine gun turrets targeting and scanning, an endless array of red lasers and sounds of metal clanking, the sleek tanks and military on the march, a synthetic sky, blood-red and beating like a mechanical heart tarred with heavily scented milky-black oil.
Frigid air, pine cones on the sidewalk, my blue skin ripe with frost, a timid face for a factory job, fresh shipment of more frozen babies for the celebrities to feed upon during their lavish orgies, can't wait for all-out war, the rebellion, we are small, but we endure, we are the pious and righteous hand of the vicious Queen, as soon as she says so, my frail, sickly chest will heave, we will detonate this entire hive, we will destroy your world and every rapist abomination in it.