United

Chapter 1

AN: This title is tentative don't get attached and I'm open to more Ideas. All Rights Reserved people don't steal it!!! Also, I don't know exactly what I'm doing next. I will try to update at least 2 a month no promises school is hard. (once I have more than 10 readers/comments) Feel free to point out errors but no hate!

U.F.O they called themselves. It was meant as a joke, a way of showing their superiority over us in all ways, even in what we call things. We don't get to name anything now. We don't get to do anything now without their knowledge. They control our lives in every way. Even in our dreams, we can't evade them. They haunt our every living moment.

Our lives weren't always this way. Originally, we ruled ourselves, imperfect and corruptible as we were, it was much preferred over now. They travelled from their planet far away and watched us for a while. They judged us and deemed us unworthy of anything but scorn. They decided they would rule us as we were not suitable to rule ourselves.

They took over slowly, whispering in our leaders' ears of wealth and power. Telling them of how perfect our world could be, how loved and revered they would be. Little did they know what would really happen. How naive they had been listening to those whispers from the shadows, letting them in. Slowly changing our lives and the world in favour of their convenient takeover.

'No fuss no muss' they like to joke whenever they know one of us that remembers is near. They are now in charge, they demolished any and all resistance ruthlessly and efficiently. So much so that there is no one who dares challenge them for fear of retaliation. Not even a whisper of rebellion exists anymore. All those who would are long gone to some hidden away place; probably dead.

They took over everything as they felt - and still feel – was their right as 'superior' life forms. We are the closely guarded, micromanaged workforce whose lives are decided upon practically from birth until death. We have no say, we have no lives, we have nothing that can't be taken away in an instant. We mean nothing to them.

But I digress. U.F.O; its funny, I remember the days when that was considered a joke. It was something either a conspiracy theorist or nutcase – sometimes both – believed in. Those were the days when children would run in the streets playing and enjoying life, parents watching them indulgently.

U... F... O... it stands for United Force from Orbit something they thought was a funny play on words. As to them, we were never united, that is until they took over and forced us to be. They changed everything and nothing all at the same time. For me at least; I have been and always will be a servant.

I miss the laughter though, and the companionship possible when one has others to interact with. I suppose those favoured for one reason or another should be pitied as they were the best of us, the brightest in mind and spirit. A lot of them did not want to be taken away. They fought and screamed even as they were overpowered gently, forced to submit, admit defeat. I sometimes wonder what happened to those ones, the fighters, it's rare to see them, even at the big events. You only see the ones they care to show off or who have enough leeway to ask or beg to leave the lavish prison they live in with the U.F.O.

I still remember their screams and their sobs of despair and anguish, as they were taken away. I remember one particular little boy. He had been playing on the front lawn of my old master's neighbour. I remember because I was out there too, that morning. I had been weeding the garden nearest to the yard absentmindedly watching the child just in case he did something dangerous. He was so young, so small, but his screams when they showed up and lead him gently but insistently to that machine they use to travel instantaneously. They did not falter even while he screamed, while his parents watched on in agony, sobbing, knowing nothing they did would change anything. Those screams, they were of pure anguish and terror. He looked so scared, so unsure, and he sobbed with such great agony.

That it is something I will never forget, it haunts me, that memory. But enough of that, it was so long ago and there are so few of us, now, who remember the old days. Even fewer are those who have enough interaction and determination towards the younger ones to tell them of it, the time before U.F.O.

The things once taken for granted all taken away.

I cried when the little ones were taken. But that was long ago those young ones are long grown in this new world even that little boy I once watched sob and scream in such agonized despair for his parents, anyone, to save him, keep him away from them, probably does not care to remember a life past this one.

AN: Thoughts?