But at least they won’t find me.
It might not be so bad if it wasn’t so goddamn dark. I can’t hardly see my hand in front of my face. Can’t even tell what time it is. God, I wish it was morning already. Then maybe I’d be able to leave this miserable hole.
Who’m I kidding? They’ll never let me leave. They’ll start looking as soon as it gets light, on my trail like I was some goddamn kind of animal or something. Me, an animal. At least I’ve got two good arms and stand on two good legs, like a man. I can walk around instead of having to fly on airy-fairy wings, and I can talk with my mouth instead of my mind, like some dumb mute.
“Angels” they call them. Hah. What idiot TV commentator named them that, I wonder. God sure as hell wouldn’t let bugs like them into Heaven. Those people who say they’re pretty, they must have rocks in their heads. Ugly leather wings that swish, too big to even get through a normal-sized door. No legs at all, unless you want to call those puny little things hanging down “legs,” but that’s really stretching it. Claws instead of hands….
Damn! Now my leg’s gone to sleep. I wish this place wasn’t so goddamn small. A guy doesn’t even have room to stretch out. You’d think, a big city like this, there’d be plenty of places to hide, lots o f small, dark corners to crawl into. Hah! Just try and find one. The whole goddamn place is lit up. It’s all their fault, them and their “plasma power.” You can light a city now cheaper than you used to be able to light a house. I just wish I could figure out what their angle is. Maybe they want it all lit up so there won’t be anyplace to hide when they take over.
Oh sure, they haven’t taken anything over for themselves—yet. Just ask anybody. But they’ve got us like their slaves, just the same. All these so-called angels have to do is ask for something and we give it to them. Just like that. And they give us little “presents” in exchange. “Technological assistance to a less developed society” they say. Trinkets to the natives, that’s more like it. Oh, they’re setting us up for something, I can see that. Playing us for suckers. I don’t know exactly what their game is, yet, but I know they’re after something. When’s the last time you ever saw anybody give something away?