The Roof of My Car

They kept saying they'd come from the stars eventually.

The last few years were strange, a forced and astroturfed zeitgeist sprang up off the death of the Superhero. A new era of alien invasion flicks. This wasn't the 50s anymore though. We're well beyond the times of ET and Lilo & Stitch now. It became more horrific, more threatening, truly distilled existential horror. "They're coming and they want you dead" and "You can't trust your fellow man, he may be 'infected' by them".

It bled beyond the silver screen though.

The news started reporting on strange sightings significantly more. UAPs they called them - handed directly down to the media from the Committee's hardworking men and women putting 18 hour days in the Psyop mines. Then various military branches, and the 3 letter agencies themselves started releasing 'footage' and having former professionals making claims in front of (themselves) Government hearings. "We've had bodies this whole time, ships too. All real." Credentials say he's legit, MUST be true right? News says it is, wired is flooded more noise, more claims, more 'proof', "1 Trillion CIA documents about aliens released!" "Navy releases grainy-ass footage - ALIENS REALLLL" "Buy Total Alien Death: The Game" "Greys are real and they will melt your face off: The Movie" "Everyone you know and love are possessed by alien parasites and you have to beat them to death with hammers RIGHT NOW: The Tabletop RPG" Et cetera and so forth.

Hammered from all sides there was no escape, the airwaves oversaturated with disclosure discourse. An uneasy mood befell the world, people were afraid to look up.

Civilization had already been on quite the decline, this was the final push reality needed to send the world careening down the slope - a runaway boulder dropped by a now-dead Sisyphus.

Years of the slow-collapse had worn everyone out, so when they finally enacted the final phase of their plan. Only a few in the know - with eyes to see, were tuned into this buildup of strange events before it finally happened.

I laid there on the roof of my car just outside the big city I'd been forced to call home for the last few years. I watched as the 'ships' came down and started attacking the sprawl. With the backdrop of 6pm partially cloudy prairie skies. The wind was howling enough that I couldn't hear the explosions or screams. The last thing I saw before the net went down were the words of trusty internet schizos - "The Blue Beam Bonanza Begins! Don't trust you eyes frens, it's all an op! Get outta the city NOW Stalker!!!!!"

Glad I listened, only been laying here an hour or so. Never even done this before now that I think about it, always see people in movies doing it, usually filled with more romance than anything - rooftop/truck bed stargazing and the like. Luckily I burned a bunch of CDs right before this went down, needed an end of the world soundtrack for the long wandering journey ahead.

Seems I'm finally free of everything though, somehow the only thing I feel is relief and vindication.

They did not in fact, come from the stars. The final Committee lie, you love to see it.