The Takeover

When the big ships filled the sky and panic swept across the planet there were a few rallying cries, but mostly there was confusion.  Many didn't know but those in charge had been secretly arranging their own version  of this scenario for a long time and had been beat to the punch by the reality that unfolded.  The questions bandied about behind the scenes were along the lines of who decided to jump the gun and could this possibly be a "real world" event. The plan to unite the world populace under the auspices of fighting a collective enemy had missed its chance.

So those rallying cries went for naught, seeing as how the enemy was real and so unfathomably beyond any reprisal.  Besides, as it soon was communicated, this wasn't supposed to be a bad thing, this takeover.  As the Ambassador was to explain shortly after the initial appearances to a silent and enraptured world, the appropriate response should be one of pride and hope for the future.  It seems that the planet had excelled and was considered a guaranteed profit maker by those who could see the potential possibilities in a small, slightly weird world that could do so well.  They were here to help us, help us clear out the problems and reinforce the better aspects. Together with them we would become one of the best in the galaxy, and if we only knew what that meant and against whom we were ranked, we would surely be grateful for the chance.

Though there were to be no questions, one in attendance was able to project one loud enough to be absorbed by the translating device placed on stage, which was then spewed back out in the Ambassador's own language.  He seemed quite befuddled that it was a question at all.

"What is this product that we are so adept at producing?"

Well, it seemed that the galaxy around us was hungry for the one thing that we had fully and globally learned to apply ourselves to the creation of:  Suffering and Death.