[ WP ] The invaders have landed and humanity has surrendered , almost immediately . They have no use for our planet , our resources , or our labor . They are , however , a compassionate race , and find Humans to be `` cute '' . Humanity is adopted , en masse , as pets .


 
 The Zoraks, as they call themselves, make regular trips to visit us. As massive, hulking creatures with six limbs, they frequently run on our roads as a means of transport. When it's necessary for them to move on the pavement, they politely choose a bipedal stance to take up less space. They try not to shove us despite being the size of an SUV. 
 
 Withing a week of the invasion our laws were rewritten. Life is peaceful. We still have jobs, but they're not nearly as stressful as, with Zoraki technology, resources have become plentiful. They're even reversing global warming for us. 
 
 The language barrier was terrible at first. We were so confused about what they wanted to do and constantly afraid that they'd murder us for nor fulfilling their wishes. But in the end, it was they who learnt our social cues and gave us simple directions. They taught us basic words from their language, and we have ( in a very human way ) been starting to smith those words into our own languages. A few have even taken up the study of the Zoraki language, but it's a tiring and terribly complex subject. 
 
 The strangest phenomenon, however, is when random Zoraks stop in the street, stare at a particular person, and start touching them. It's clearly not a sexual gesture. They mostly like to touch our hair and faces and sometimes hold hands. One would suppose it's because they do n't have such a soft outer covering themselves. These interactions can be brief, lasting only a few minutes. Other times, when a Zorak takes a liking to a person, they'll invite them away for several weeks. These people always come back awestruck and happy with their experiences in whatever mothership or colony planet they visited. The bonds forged between alien and human can last for decades, with them coming to visit every few months and yearly trips to see the galaxy. 
 
 Inevitably, it is the human who will die first. The Zoraks live for hundreds of years. At first it was strange seeing their hulking forms hunched over a human coffin, but over time we realised that their posture and low rumbling was indicative of sadness - the Zoraki form of crying. 
 
 Their grief, however, does not last forever. Sometimes, after their preferred human passes, the Zorak will seek out that person's offspring and forge a new friendship. 
 
 In short, most of us like our huge, tailed, alien overlords. There are a handful of dissenters, but there always are. What can you do, after all, but love them? They've provided for our every need and shown us affection when we do n't have anything to offer in return. We are far from being as advanced as them and understanging them and yet, for some reason, they seem to genuinely enjoy our company.
