I'm praying mine is; Experience By Jimi Hendrix (I digress) I don't know about fragmenting flows with labels... There you are out in a field as green with a vegetation you've never seen. Like 4' high blades of lawn grass. An air bound vehicle is coming your way. Your not sure how to react. You might meet the first survivor of the same onslaught of the elite hastening the demise of the worlds population through pan-demic.
Then, from behind you are tackled and drug by hand off the field. When you come to your senses you're told to look at the field now. Still not even knowing the face of my tackler. I gaze in the direction he pointed. The field was re-seeded with starters inches high and the earth was dark brownish black. The sprout blades looked florescent.
Then the dude said. man, hey man. I'm Dude. I've got to scan you man. Come with me. What, scan me man. What the fuck is this? Yo dude, when the virus went down we em I now, got out an we hid at a safe place and stayed the winter. Nothing, looks the same Dude, nothing. So, if you'll just point me to this city (showed him a postcard from my home city). Yeah, it can be happening wrong beneath your knows.
Shit can happen fast. We're sooo lucky. Many an historical invasion, was in real time and as nightmarish-ed as the worst horror flick you've ever scene. Night or day depended on the invaders confidence in victory level. The moore chicken shit the lessor the group of invaders. Those with psych advantage are experienced but lack strategy in case the invaded had a rehearsed emergency plan in effect. You don't need audible alarms. Ask Patrick Henry or Paul Revere! Probably the only messengers (one of-em I'm sure) ever to live a long and full life?
Well to makes the story short. The Dude told-em of the way that the built upon land would just turn over and boulders floated up into an upside down dump-truck that floated in the air harvesting anything, man made... After that they bombarded the sound spectrum with waves to disorient and wipe or fragment the human memory. None of U.S. knew who the fuck they were. All they had was glimpses. Though, none could write, nor recalled what it was!
What they did learn was. The spirit which saved them (run and hide for your lives, eat and and stay warm) was ingrained into their psyche genetically, for as long as their species survived. The flash backs they have, had very little meaning over time. Though they persist, as though, a genetic signal, they called de'ja vu or an euphemism for their loss of etiquette. They that survived hide after every step between point A and B.
Most of the sprout sewers or harvester ships were robotic, mostly. If you're ever spotted you're put down. As if, a rodent and shredded on the spot and mixed with a chemical that accelerated your remains into fertilizer. There was not an animal to be found. Not even a sparrow. There are rumors of Owls but, no body's ever seen one nor live to describe the occupants of any ship. The ones to run and stay hid from for your lives were the science, mapping vessels. They can do us by our human harmonic resonance. They hate us when they have to retrieve our remains from our hiding space. Everyone sensed it. We couldn't understand what we were intercepting to interpret the sense for 20 yearon. And there are still those that were there in the ending. And remembered it AWE, but kept it, to themselves!
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