Narrator: No-one would have believed in the early years of the twenty-first century that our world was being watched by intelligences greater than our own; that as men busied themselves about their various concerns, they observed and studied, the way a man with a microscope might scrutinize the creatures that swarm and multiple in a drop of water. With infinite complacency, men went to and fro about the globe, confident of our empire over this world. Yet across the gulf of space, intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic regarded our planet with envious eyes and slowly, and surely, drew their plans against us.
And yet, within the gulfs of our own oceans, within our mists and clouds, a miasma rose with the water birds, carried in their crops and claws and beaks and the sheaths of their wings. And they dusted all the lands they overflew, as the creatures far below, trafficked to their destinations, or watched sublime flickerings on screens large and small. Slowly, and surely, the dust drifted down all around us...
We rehearse these fantasies in books and sci fi movies, and yet when faced with them in our own world, we try to deny them.
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