In June of 2067, the world finally ran out of 12 year old Scotch. It was also the 100th anniversary of Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. This had many people wondering why we had ever sent a Beatles song across the universe all those years ago, as part of a message of peace, and, effectively, to say “Here we are!”
No more Scotch, no more Beatle nursery rhymes, no more of anything that we took for granted in May. They came, they saw, and they conquered. We were subjugated. There was little warning, and it would have done us no good anyway.
No negotiations, no need to surrender. We could not touch them. The weapons with which we had efficiently killed one another were not effective at all.
There was much death and destruction. We all lived in fear and prayed for our mortal souls. But, as it turned out, we were an afterthought. They wanted the Earth. Its minerals, its water, its unsullied atmosphere.
But, you see, the Big Joke had already been unfolding for decades before they came. Our peak population of 8 billion had been in steady decline because, in our wisdom, we had already raped the planet, poisoned the air and oceans, and killed ourselves by the millions, fighting over what was left.
They stayed long enough to discover this, and left without saying goodbye.
The Joke was on them, and on us.
Those of us who were left crawled out from the rubble, thankful for our lives, but weeping for the future.
To be continued……..