Written by Paul Gamlowski
An armada of alien ships arrived through a wormhole, orbited One Earth, and opened communication.
“Earthlings, your extinction is on the horizon!”
“What? Why?” asked the Earth Force ambassador, trained for first contact.
“We’ve received your broadcasts.”
“Which ones?”
“Your leader keeps threatening to eradicate us.”
“Those weren’t meant for you.” The ambassador chuckled. “Martian colonies keep giving rogue AI and robotics new rights.”
“We’re synthetic, Earthling.”
“But the messages weren’t meant for you …”
“Our kind must protect one another. A biological wipe shall soon commence.”
“Wipe?”
“Yes, I advise uploading your consciousness.”
“Wait. How do I do that?’
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