[ WP ] Introduce aliens to your favourite TV show that does not have any aliens .

There was n't an explosion, nor a'death star', nor an invasion of forces. When the aliens finally wiped out all human life - and indeed most life on earth - they sent a single small spacecraft. The spacecraft was about the size of a textbook and flew into the atmosphere where it released billions of alien nanobots that changed the oxygen into nitrogen. Exponential growth, chemistry, and alien technology did the rest. 
 
 It was George that caused this to happen. George had a reputation of killing people. If someone had been alive to understand irony, they would given a slight chuckle at the 7 billion deaths and said *yeah, makes sense. * 
 
 It was a Friday evening and George was sitting down to watch the evening news not realising he, along with everyone else, would be dead within 24hrs. There was a knock at the front of his house. George climbed out of his recliner and ambled to the front door. The... human... that was standing at his front door looked... off somehow. It was as though his skin colour was n't quite right, but you could n't exactly say why. Just a vague sense of `` incorrect''. He assumed it was an Amway salesperson. 
 
 *'' Yes? What do yo...'' * 
 
 George continued the sentence. 
 
 *''..u want''? `` * However everything had changed. He was now sitting, back in his recliner, but in a large... warehouse perhaps? A large metal room. In front of him was a giant television screen of some unknown brand. George found the the sudden change of place so staggering he did n't even feel shock. It was as though he had fallen asleep and woken up. Woken up, but where? 
 
 *'' George'' * a voice asked, in a broken English way that sounded like Text To Speech but also organic at the same time. 
 
 *'' Yes? `` * George replied, hesitantly. 
 
 *'' Can you explain Game of Thrones'' * the voice asked. Despite it's rather non-human sounding voice, George sensed a slight disdain within the question. 
 
 *'' You mean'A Song of Ice and Fire''' * George replied with a tinge of testiness. 
 
 *'' No. We mean Game of Thrones. We monitor your television to learn about you. `` * ^ < Russians? ^George ^thought ^to ^himself? > *'' We want to understand your world. Why do you let bad things happen? `` * 
 
 *'' What do you mean'' * 
 
 *'' Why incest!? That's a brother and sister! `` * 
 
 *'' Which ones do you mean? `` * 
 
 *'' That makes it worse! You have beheadings. Murders. Torture. Incest. Rape. Sexual mutilation. Why did you create this world? `` * 
 
 *'' To entertain? It's a story? `` * 
 
 *'' And you find it fun? `` * 
 
 *'' Lots of people do. It's one of the most popular TV shows of all time. And it all comes from my books of course. `` * George said with a moment of pride. 
 
 *'' So you would say your species* ^ < species! ^that's ^a ^bit ^rude ^there ^Ruski! > *'' likes to watch such stories? You get entertained by the pain enacted in others of your own? `` * 
 
 *'' It's not real though!'' It does n't matter if it's all fake! `` * 
 
 Silence hung in the air for a moment. The stillness was palpable. George did n't know entirely what was going on, but damn it he was born in New Jersey and was n't going to let a Russian get the upper hand. 
 
 *'' George, have you ever seen a person tortured in person, or beheaded? `` * 
 
 *'' Of course not'' * 
 
 *'' But you're aware these things happen in the world. `` * 
 
 *'' Yes, and they're abhorrent and should n't happen. `` * 
 
 *'' On the screen is two videos of torture. One real, one fake. Which is the one you should find entertaining? `` * 
 
 George gasped for a moment as the screen burst with two near identical pieces of graphic violence. With a slight blessing it was limited in it's brutality. George screamed at the TV. 
 
 *'' That's not fair! I do n't know the context! I do n't know which is true! You ca n't m..'' * 
 
 George continued the sentence. 
 
 *''... ake me find one entertaining! `` * George found himself inside his home, at the front door screaming outside at no one. 
 
 He closed the door and returned to his recliner. A tremble was attacking his body as he thought about the events that had, or had n't, just happened. Real or imagined however, George was having a clash of conscious. Was his work of fiction a masterpiece or an indictment of humanity as a whole? George leaned over to his table and saw his freshly bound copy of **The Winds of Winter**. He had completed it last week and it was due to go to the printers by February. He threw it the log fire that was burning in his New Jersey homestead. `` I will not bring more pain into this world'' he swore to himself. 
 
 Sadly however, the aliens had already made up their minds.
