[ WP ] You have just been sworn in as President , and are being told the truth about alien life ... but it 's incredibly far from what anyone had ever imagined .

`` Congratulations, Mr. President.'' 
 
 The President smiled, `` Thank you Rodney.'' 
 
 `` I hope you have enjoyed the celebrations,'' said Rodney, `` and I believe your inaugural speech was a resounding success.'' 
 
 `` I thought so too, it seems we a have some excellent writers working behind the scenes.'' 
 
 `` I could n't agree more, Mr. President.'' 
 
 The President could n't help but notice a faint overstepping of honesty in that last comment, but chose instead to ignore it. `` So, what exactly am I expecting in this meeting?'' 
 
 Rodney shrugged, turning to meet the President's questioning eyes, `` Not much, sir. This meeting is mostly just for show. More of a'get to know you' piece for you and the other leaders of various organisations.'' 
 
 `` The navy, army, air force, CIA, FBI? That sort of crowd?'' 
 
 `` In a way. It's best for you to come into this with an open mind,'' Rodney said, opening the door to the situation room, ushering the president in before closing the door behind them. Rodney took a deep breath, and began counting to 10. He only got to 3. 
 
 The piercing guttural scream that filled the room was, Rodney thought, impressive. He had n't anticipated the President having such a high vocal range, nor powerful lung capacity. He administered the mild sedative that he held at his side, waited as the screams gradually lessened, and graciously caught the president as he slumped from the drugs. 
 
 Rodney casually carried the body over to, and laid him down on the table, before stepping back to a respectful distance. The Reptilians took over, strapping the newly elected president down to the surgical table and inserting an IV line. Their scale oozed with slime, towering over the prone man on the table. Rodney never liked this part. The president would have to be conscious for the whole procedure; until, of course, consciousness was no longer an option. Forked tongues licked out over their razor pointed teeth, eyes flaring up in anticipation. 
 
 Groggily, the president return to consciousness, but remained in a semi-dreamlike state. They did not wish him to return to a state of pure thoughtless panic. Distress would make the transition difficult and may cause complications. His eyes fluttered open, fear lingering in them, but detached. Like the fear someone would hold looking over the balcony of a skyscraper from a slightly less than comfortable distance. 
 
 `` I'm glad you're back with us, Mr. President.'' The Reptilians voice was disarmingly human. Only the faintest hiss was evident. 
 
 `` What are you doing to me?'' He sleepily returned, `` I demand an explanation.'' 
 
 The reptilian smiled, all razor teeth and glistening saliva. `` We're using you. I believe that is the nicest way to put it.'' 
 
 `` Using me? How? I wo n't stand for this.'' 
 
 Something akin to a laugh spilled from the reptile. `` You wo n't have to stand for anything. You wo n't be doing anything. We shall be using you in the most literal sense.'' It leaned in closer, smile widening, `` You are nothing but a puppet, Mr. President. Your body shall be the physical extension of our will.'' 
 
 `` What?!'' The fear rose in the presidents body, heart rate rising, pounding in his chest. Another reptilian adjusted the flow of drugs, and his heart-rate stabilised. `` Why are you doing this?'' He whispered. 
 
 `` We have always done this. You think that you humans are capable of running your own lives? Throwing away your freedoms to a popularity contest? You thought democracy was a stable, representative, logical form of government? Change does not create stability. Stability comes from control. And control comes from the outside. We come from the outside. The rest of your race thinks they can make a difference, have a vote. And they can, by all means. The election itself is not rigged. Only you, Mr. President. We rig the president.'' 
 
 The whirring if a drill shrilled into the air, the presidents head clamped down against the table. He moved to struggle, but found no way out and no desire to escape. Apathy overran his senses. 
 
 `` Your race has been a potential threat to every other life-form it comes across. So we must control you. Passive destruction has been determined as the best possible outcome. You will destroy yourselves, and eventually the planet will recover.'' 
 
 The drill-bit dug into the bone at the back of the Presidents skull, grinding and tearing at the bone. It was at this point that the drugs could no longer hold back the screams. They flooded the room, breath tearing from the presidents lungs until he could get no more. The presidents eyes began to glaze over and roll back as he lapsed from consciousness. 
 
 `` Goodbye, Mr. President.'' 

