Reflections

The air became barely breathable. Lead polluted our blood, and grime blessed our food rations. Capitalism without control did it, I whisper to myself. Suddenly concerned about being heard by the thought police, I focused on the line. It's my turn to breathe.

“Stay with me.”

“No.”

“We'll be happy.”

“Your planet is filthy; it's a disease-ridden wasteland.”

“I know.” 

“Radioactivity mutated pestilence to produce you.”

“You are so cruel.”

“Go now, simian… Earth is no place for a lady of my caste.”

That evening I finished my homework earlier. The cat was crying nonstop, so I let it out. People were yelling and running. That scared me. The sirens began howling, so I closed the window and hid under the bed as Mom told me. 

After the bombs exploded, I left too.

Once we were alone, she showed her true self.

“Open your mind to me,” a voice spoke in their minds. “Don't close yourself off.”

Our minds melted, and so we transferred the psychic virus to her first and then to all her species.

And that's how we won the war.