Do I remember where I was when they arrived? Yeah, I remember. Of course I remember. I was a very important man. In fact, I was so important that I got to have a front seat to the greatest show on Earth. As the 45th President of the United States of America, I was able to stand back and watch as our country, our planet, and our bodies were taken from us.
When their ship first appeared over D.C., everyone assumed they were aliens. Who could blame them? It was a damn flying saucer! Jets were scrambled, but their weapons had no effect. By the time we realized that, the ship had already touched down on the White House lawn. The news crews were on the scene in minutes. The tin-foil hat wearers world-wide were probably shouting at their television sets, "We knew it! They're finally here!". I barely had time to issue a statement to the general public before our visitors had arrived.
We could not have been more surprised when the pilots of the saucer walked down that gang-plank. They were humans! Flesh and blood humans! Not little green men, not melon-headed giants. We were even more amazed when we found that they spoke perfect American English. That made everything easier. We found out they were time travelers, humans from 2679. Through simple questioning, we determined that their goal was to influence the direction of past events through the use of advanced technology. Their ship was loaded with schematics, diagrams, and education modules designed to teach historical peoples how to build, develop, and maintain the machines and devices of future humanity.
They delivered on that promise. We sent scientists into their ship to study the amazing technologies being offered to us. Just a few months later, our society had been completely transformed. Clean, limitless energy spurred on an unprecedented industrial revolution. Nanotech took over every aspect of our lives. Smart phones became Neural Media Implants. Cars became Automated Transportation Units. Food was phased out in favor of Nutritional Supplementation. Real experiences were replaced by Sensory Simulation Suites.
Things were pretty good for a while. People were happy, safe, and productive. But then it all changed. We learned the truth. A curious scientist tapped into the saucer's database, recovering gigabytes of data regarding our visitors' true intentions. By the time we had read that document, our futuristic benefactors had noticed and traced the security breach. Knowing that the jig was up, they showed their hand.
It was all a trick, a con. Our new friends were actually interstellar con-artists who pose as future "whatevers" and lull populations into technological complacency. They had linked all seven billion Earthlings to a nanotech network and now they took up the reigns, exerting control over the population like a planetary puppet-show. I was one of the lucky ones. One of the few people whose Neural Media Implant had malfunctioned. My brain hadn't gotten the memo. The memo that humanity was now under new management.
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