[ WP ] Ten years ago a race of shapeshifting aliens attempted to infiltrate and take over the world . They were all rooted out and killed . All except you .

Today was the day. 
 
 Rising from the primitive wooden frames topped by solid matter trapped in gas, covered with a thick layer of fabric known as a bed, You ca n't help but silently grumble about how utterly stupid human bodies are designed. True, evolution relies on astronomical leaps of chance - reliance on a member of a species developing chance adaptations that further rely on the equally unlikely chance that those adaptations get passed on. However, You ca n't help but marvel at whether or not there was ever any time in the brief history of humankind that complete defencelessness during sleep was ever an advantage. 
 
 Gingerly, you put on the appropriate uniform fit for the time of day, pajamas. It has been so very long since You have heard the rhythmic buzzing in your subconscious that signals the Queen's will or All communicating with one another but you have no doubt of what remarks they would make to see you in such drab clothing. But is n't that what caused everything to fall apart? Traveling to this backwater side of the galaxy just because a transmission was detected had been a mistake. You were always against it, but the Queen did n't listen. All did n't listen. All believed no threat could exist from such a undeveloped part of the universe yet here they are, All gone except for You. 
 
 Eyes widening slightly, You realize that You had been clenching Your fists and made the effort to relax them. No one would have reason to be so angry or uptight at this particular time of day, especially humans who somehow felt that certain behaviours only applied to certain times of their planetary cycle. Odd that he had gotten to know them so well these past ten years, assimilated so well that he could even copy emotional responses to the point of unconsciously doing some of them ( hence the hands ). Or was it only natural? Humans did say that the Stockholm Syndrome was a known phenomena but then again, what did humans know anyway? 
 
 Knew enough to wipe out All of them in your ship except for You. 
 
 Eyeing the camera on corner of Your small room, You go downstairs and go about preparing breakfast and after consuming necessary nutrients from various food groups recommended by humans `` scientists'' ( As if humans had any idea what real science was ), You turn the television on, mimicking what some humans did on a regular 6th of the 7 day-cycle that humans followed even when You loathed looking at these contraptions of death. Except today was n't ordinary. Today, not just some, but all humans will probably be watching these cursed screens. Turning it on, only one program was being played despite flipping through different channels. It was a documentary. A documentary celebrating the 10-year victory anniversary of humans since they beat All. All but You. 
 
 Foolish. Foolish that no reconnaissance was done to investigatet first. Foolish that All believed that all of them could be beamed down and that no one would notice. Just because other species in the galaxy are used to other beings teleporting from place to place does n't mean these mammals from a backwater hunk of space rock would too. Foolish that the Queen did not engage stealth and was soon shot down in her vulnerability and thousands of All were eliminated, each one's death transmitted to All and to her at once. 
 
 Foolish. 
 
 You changed programs once again and watched the so called `` tube'' for a few hours before you got changed and headed down to your lab in the university nearby. As You walk in, Alex, Your PhD student looks up from her computer and seeing you, stops typing and gives you a smile 
 
 `` Working on the weekend too, Dr. Smith? Should n't you be taking a break now?'' she greets jokingly as she watches you hang your jacket up near the door. 
 
 `` Always, Alex. Science does n't sleep. Even with our recent success'' You reply, returning her smile and walking to Your office. Quickly glancing at the cameras overhead, You listen as Alex continues to talk to You despite resuming whatever she had typing, probably the report for last week's project. Not that You needed it. Not anymore. Not that your final tests have shown that it works. It was humorous that humans helped build and launch something that will be their undoing. Humorous and fitting. 
 
 `` Hopefully you wo n't be here too long then. I hear that the ship launches in an hour. I'm actually just about to head out myself to catch it. Just finishing up some stuff and sending them to myself so I can work from them at home. I would've done them yesterday but I forgot.'' 
 
 `` I'll watch from here, do n't worry, Alex.'' 
 
 `` Whatever you say boss. Everyone's gon na be watching it tonight. Can you believe it's actually been ten years since those sickos came? God, I still get nightmares about them...'' Alex said with a shiver, as she continued to type away. 
 
 `` Indeed, I still remember it like it was yesterday'' You whisper quietly as Alex seems to have forgotten all about You as she became engrossed in work. 
 
 You had barely survived. All were beamed down to metropolitan cities with the intent of infiltration but instead of blending in, chaos ensued and one by one they were mercilessly slaughtered. Each one's death incapacitating the Queen and All becoming confused at being discovered so easily. He was lucky to have been sent to the wrong coordinates, an abandoned city in the frigid north where people were scarce and that he had time to switch to the appropriate form after 20 hours had passed, the time it takes for them to switch from one form to another. Foolish to not investigate. Foolish to use THAT form. Why did n't they listen? 
 
 It does n't matter. As soon as the ship launches, everything will be well. You had finally finished the device that You will use to contact All from Everywhere else, by hijacking part of the signalling in the ships' onboard control. Contact All and warn them to come to this planet prepared. All from Everywhere else must not underestimate the humans, who tricked All of us with that fake transmission that showed a wrong image of what humans would look like. 
 
 `` All from Everywhere else. Listen carefully. All from my ship are dead. I alone survived'', You type out the message in a code that will be sent out from the ship, the ship that was once ours, as the human's attempt to explore and land humans in the red planet closest to theirs. 
 
 `` Note that while the ship this is on looks like ours, humans have taken it over. Humans killed All of them including my Queen. We were tricked'' 
 
 `` When you come, be prepared. When you are close enough, your Queen will be able to reach me and I can tell you more.'' 
 
 `` Most importantly, humans do not look like this image. I will send you their actual images as your Queen makes contact with me'' You finished typing, and attached THAT image. The image that ruined everything. The image from the transmission that lead to the deaths of All from your ship but You. 
 
 An image of four multi-coloured toddlers with television screens implanted in their abdomens.
