Year 2076
NASA HQ, Houston
"Ma'am, there's an unauthorized ship on our radar."
A small cadet spoke to a stiff, older woman. She peered over the cadet's shoulder at a computer screen with a flashing red light.
"Give them a warning. Tell them that if they cross into our atmosphere, we'll have to shoot them down."
The cadet nodded and started recording an audio message. Before he could send out the message, a garbled sound started playing from the audio transmitter.
"We have come to reclaim our rightful home. Leave this planet or you will all become one of us."
The woman stared at the screen; her face had turned into a mask of fury. She pushed a red button on the audio transmitter and started recording a new message.
"Who are you and what do you want?" Her tone was cold and menacing.
Immediately, a response came back.
"We are the Micron."
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Survivor
Science FictionThese are the things - creations - that have attacked my planet. My home. My family. And the only thing left in my life, is my goal. I have to destroy these creatures. I'm currently putting this story on hold because I'm having a big case of writer'...
