When you cared

Nobody is safe.

The revolt ended with the terrorists unleashing an airborne virus to induce male impotence in our superior race. 

Unfortunately, millions of once docile birds also mutated by the action of the same virus, becoming blood thirty killers.

Humans revolt; it's in their nature.

First, they abandoned technology to render themselves difficult to spot, and they escaped confinement. We tracked them by their genetic markers, but, they mutated, becoming invisible again.

We must eradicate them.

Without notice, the morning took a turn that would change my life, or end it abruptly; I didn't know at the moment. Two girls of mythical beauty called me to join them in the turbulent waters of an impending storm. Blinded by my desire, I couldn't refuse.

Beat the lower atmosphere emphatically until a good foamy typhoon forms in the Caribbean. Add a mixture of humidity and low pressure, and let the mix grow naturally. 

The weak must be removed and the land will be renewed with oodles of new crawling humans.

“Maybe you should have considered the temperature drop based on this moon rotation period.”

“Yes.”

“Maybe we shouldn't have landed on the frozen lake.”

“Maybe you should stop nagging me, I'm the Captain.”

“Yeah, maybe I should.”

The shenanigans of his past came back to bite him once the AI state police tracked down all our faces in every picture ever archived. 

While sipping a cold coffee under the bridge, his new home, he smirked at the youngsters' rage against our perfect but unforgiven lords.

“Fear of the dark? After the grays took me for a ride and poked me with all kind of weird devices. You bet I fear it.”

“What did you do about it?”

“I never go outside after sunset, and I sleep with the lights on. Why? Cause creatures that like to lurk in the dark usually fear the light. ”

Stories of eviscerated bodies floating on the ocean among the carcasses of animals and smashed ships were common back then.

Unholy creatures from the underworld were cast free to reclaim the cold waters at the end of the world.

I could hear their roaring at night.

I begin as if I were ending by revealing my true identity in the middle of shooting the opening scene.

The film crew would then report me, disassemble me or even worst; after all, androids are banned in this conservative country.

I'm tired of lying.

Asteroid 11 is a prison no one has ever escaped, a jail for political dissidents like myself.

I made my own suit with discarded materials. Avoiding the minimum surveillance was easy, but reaching the resupply ship from outside is not. 

My air supply is running low.

“Your charity is requested, oh mighty giant, for what you give to the insignificant is what you would take with you when you die.”

That scrumptious cake was a delight no many could resist. After all the work to lose weight, I had just a piece. Then, I ran home and visited the toilet. But, when I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw what people were talking about on my back: I'm just fat and ugly.  

“Her highness has made arrangements for your staying, ambassador.”

“We would like to inspect the dwellings first.” 

“I can assure you they're suitable for alien habitation.” 

“We don't like that hateful term. We prefer to be called 'extra-terrestrials.'”