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The orb rests lightly in my palm. It is a burden. One of many, but none are as infuriating. Just holding it brings the scenery around me into vivid vexatious colour. It pulls my warranted dissatisfaction to the surface, bubbling with discontent and longing.

There is something about an earth day that is unsettling. It's constant noise. Some natural, some that are not. These earthly noises assail my ears. This constant hum has made it harder to create the instant focus that I once possessed.

It makes me long for the silence of Space, it's liquid silence that washed over everything as we sailed effortless through it's blankness, broken only by the wild and untouchable fire of celestial bodies. Bodies of light that each contain a small bit of life, life that is just waiting to be molded into our ways.

If I stay here much longer I will lose focus. That sense of purpose. Losing it will make me as weak as these humans that surround me.

I was not meant for this. This subterfuge, this emersion into humanity. We are meant to wield the power we posses to shape the things that do not fit into our mould and if we can't. To destroy it.

That is the way it will be because that is the way it has always been.

Many of my kin are beginning to lose the focus. With every breath they take they are becoming more humanized. It is one thing to act like a human but to think like one for more than an instant is the first step towards death.

I feel restless, partly because I have not taken a life in so long. I miss the satisfaction of draining the life energy from a helpless being. Savouring the warm slick of their energy and blood on my hands. Watching their last laboured breaths then as they turn into dust, dissolving into their rightful place - Nothingness.

While some of my kin are here driven by vengeance, that is the real reason I am here.

The Kill.

But here I am, on this ball of worthless dust, but only reduced to worthlessness by those that inhabit it. Waiting for our 'greatest' threat, four faulty recreations. We destroyed their creators but the elders crave closure. These reproductions of their great leaders, their essences defiled by their addition to the human form are but a small threat.

We would not have been here so long save for one of our great leader's mistake in trusting one of them.

And here I must sit, waiting for them to show themselves. Waiting amongst humanity, pretending to be like them.

Humans. They destroy everything around them. Consuming it and then spitting it out leaving it to rot, Soiling there own world and then wondering why it has been ruined. Blissfully ignorant while their planet is dying.

Our opponents look upon humans with pity. They have some much of their minds that they don't use.

And they will be unable to evolve beyond their own self-destruction.

Humans are unable to sustain what they have created and hold this notion that they will be saved. Their belief that their creator will grant them an eternal paradise if they are 'good' .If they apologise everything they have done wrong will be magically erased.

Like many others they still hold out for their saviour. But there is no saviour. Their god is but a manifestation of their un-evolved human mind. They need something to believe in. The fact that they are the lucky recipients of the right conditions, in the right place and at the right time like thousands of others. Is too much for them to conceive.

Humanity has destroyed this jewel of creation. In the end they will just die, turn to dust like every creature in this universe. That is the way it will continue to be. Because it has always been that way.

Humans are strange creatures. Strange stupid creatures with a centralised notion of their universe. Those that believe in aliens also believe that their 'government' can save them from us. Their governments have kept knowledge of us hidden.

They are afraid of what they don't know. Afraid of looking past their planet and noticing that there is a universe around them. Full of things that they don't want acknowledge. Frightened that it would change their view of themselves and their fragile beliefs.

"Are you there?"

Our leader's voice transmits clearly through the communicator. Even from thousands of miles away the sweetness of his earthly voice can be heard clearly. It was a mistake, one of many that we are forbidden to mention, but this time he has managed to use it to his advantage. Those of my kin that have been mistaken by his appearance have paid the price for doubting.

I know him better.

"Yes, brother."

"We have word. The FBI have lead our operative straight to them."

"Has there been direct conformation?"

The question hung in the air.

Abruptly in orb resting comfortably in my hand begins to emit its shrill signal. Answering me.

A fraction of a moment later I hear the same shrill sound emit through background noise of the communicator. They echo off each other for a moment more, then begin to pulsate in time. The noise fills my ear's heralding a surge of elation. Earth will soon be merely a battleground and no longer a place were we must wait pretending to be a part of it's insipid human race.

I look down at it, with a sense of relief.

"It has begun."

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