“Is everything ready?”
“All the pieces are in place”.
The aliens relaxed in their office overlooking the city. To the casual observer they were completely human, but inside their human shells clustered a honeycomb of cells, some empty, others occupied. And each occupied cell contained a human soul. Elsewhere the owners of the souls were going about their daily lives, apparently normal, but their minds enslaved to the aliens’ bidding.
“How soon till the strike?” one asked, a slender finger stroking his handsome jaw. He was a senior member of a state spy organisation.
“We have taken over key personnel in the government, spy agencies, police, military and media. They are following our agenda. We have instigated political instability in neighbouring Muslim lands, and made borders permeable. Migrants are providing protective cover in every city, town, village and rural area”.
“And the Muslim nations are co-operating?”
“Absolutely. Their cultures’ condone genocide and their religion supports annihilating infidels. They now see an opportunity to seize all wealth and lands of the West, minus the people. We have demonstrated our biological weapons and given them a vaccine to give them immunity – but the immunity has an expiry date. In every country in the world, terrorist madmen would simultaneously release their deadly toxins. One side wipes the other side out, then dies themselves – and we have a clean world to occupy”.
Inside the honeycombed bodies of the aliens, the captive souls of politicians, generals, spies, media leaders, screamed and fought for release – but to no avail.
Outside, their slave bodies blandly went about their business, building the stage for Armageddon.
The aliens turned silently to the window and gazed out on the world that would soon be theirs.