Dump trucks arrived the next morning to take the town away. A new one would be shipped in from Svnkea, the company famous for flat packing and self-assembly. The old man held the wrench so tightly it became slick with sweat.
The craft was handed around for inspection. Through the tiny windows passengers could be seen relaxing, occasionally making their way up and down the aisles.
She fixated on the paper weight. It was the shape of a human heart. If she hit him with it, right in the temple, would it be enough to kill him? She hesitated.
The house sat in the middle of the swamp surrounded by statues of naked women. Once the family tried selling lemonade from the porch, without much success.
“We need to grow this business over time. Consider your buckets. Evaluate your implants. Assess your ontologies. Scratch. Sniff. Scream.”
The door codes were tattooed on their backs. The invasion would proceed in many teams of two.
The band arrived in an old Cadillac. They rolled, stumbled, and fell out of the vehicle. Their instruments were strapped to the car like hunted deer.
The wrinkled plastic bag contained the last of the pseudo-blood. There was only enough for two of them. Rock-paper-scissors might not be appropriate, but it was all they could think of.
The stone relic was carved in the shape of nothing they could recognize, but it was obscene, it made them nauseous.
Armored battle trucks driven by scavengers dressed in old Brooks Brothers suits rolled up to the edge of the desert floor. Everything below them was overrun by gigantic, angry scorpions.
There was a disquieting variation of light coming under the door. And a rippling sound. But the worst thing was the constant deja vu.
After-hours the club became a resistance node, dispensing psychometric blockers for anyone approaching the central core.
Undoing the clasps created mounting excitement. The case had been sealed for centuries, was the hermetic seal effective? Did the ancient builders anticipate their modern dilemma?
The drummers arrived under a banner declaring their purity and obedience to the universal concept. The woodwinds bristled.
At midnight, looking over the statement in an office lit by a single lamp, he heard her approaching in the hall, shoes click-clacking with a lack of variation that felt threatening.