The Subtle Invasion

A Story From My Weird Morning Dream Today !!

23.11.2024

A #Goodread

…in science fiction UFOs are shown as huge flying objects coming through the skies and huge beings of different characteristics coming out of them... we have a wonderment about the vast open limitless skies and the mysterious expanse above us... 

…but what if the alien ships were just the size of carrom board coins and are transparent? and what if these extraterrestrial beings or aliens as we like to call them are invisible to our eyes .. 

Based on the subconscious morning thoughts, here is a story on  how 2 aliens Jim and Jam come to visit planet Earth  ….

By Anindita Roy 

The Subtle Invasion

Jim and Jam hovered silently above a bustling city, their minuscule craft no larger than a carrom board coin, completely invisible to the human eye. Their ships, though tiny, were marvels of technology—a blend of translucence and advanced cloaking systems that refracted light to make them indistinguishable from the air. The two aliens, amorphous beings made entirely of energy, communicated through thoughts, their minds pulsating with their mission’s urgency.

“We’ve studied them long enough,” Jim transmitted. “It’s time to execute the plan. The humans have become a blight on this planet.”

Jam hesitated, their energy form flickering slightly. “They’re flawed, yes, but there’s something... intriguing about their chaos. They create art, music, stories. Do they deserve total annihilation?”

Jim pulsed impatiently. “That’s not for us to decide. The council sent us here to ensure the survival of Earth. These creatures have done nothing but destroy its ecosystems. Our directive is clear: eliminate the threat.”

Their ships descended silently, settling on the surface of a bustling café table, unnoticed amidst the hum of conversation and clinking cups. From their perch, Jim and Jam could see the humans’ expressive faces, their animated gestures, their unspoken emotions swirling like unseen currents.

Jam studied a young woman typing furiously on her laptop. “Look at her. She’s creating something. Is it fair to end this?”

Jim didn’t reply immediately. He observed the humans, his energy flickering with a mix of disdain and curiosity. “You’re letting sentiment cloud your judgment. We’ve observed their wars, their pollution, their relentless consumption. They spread like a virus.”

Jam’s form dimmed thoughtfully. “And viruses... are they not life too? What if we’re the virus, Jim? Sent here to ‘cleanse’ but no different than the microscopic entities that shape the evolution of these beings?”

This thought hung in their shared consciousness as they activated the next phase of their mission. The craft emitted microscopic spores, undetectable to human senses. These spores would infiltrate human biology, targeting key neural pathways to disrupt cognition, communication, and, ultimately, survival.

The first human victim, the young woman at the café, paused mid-typing. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, her eyes glazing over. Around her, the café grew quieter as more humans succumbed to the spores’ effects. Jim observed, his energy stabilizing with a sense of accomplishment.

“It’s working,” he said. “Their systems are fragile. They won’t last long.”

But Jam wasn’t celebrating. Their gaze fell on a child tugging at their parent’s sleeve, asking questions about the world. The parent, despite the spores taking hold, mustered a strained smile and answered. The resilience, the love—it unsettled Jam.

“What if we’re wrong?” Jam projected. “What if their imperfections are what make them valuable? We’ve been watching them for centuries, but have we truly understood them?”

Jim’s energy spiked in frustration. “This is not the time for philosophical debates. Do you want their wars to destroy the oceans? Their greed to hollow the Earth? We’re doing what must be done.”

Jam’s form flickered intensely, their internal conflict reaching a breaking point. “But what if there’s another way? Instead of destroying them, we could guide them, teach them to change.”

Jim hesitated. The council had been explicit, their mission non-negotiable. Yet Jam’s words resonated, stirring a small crack in his resolve.

“What are you suggesting?” Jim finally asked.

Jam projected an idea: modifying the spores to enhance human empathy and interconnectedness instead of dismantling their systems. It was a risk, a deviation from their directive, but it offered a sliver of hope.

Jim oscillated with indecision. “If we fail, the council will destroy them anyway. And us.”

“Then let’s not fail,” Jam said simply.

Reluctantly, Jim relented. Together, they reprogrammed the spores, altering their design to amplify human compassion and understanding. The change was subtle at first—a mother apologizing to her child after an argument, a stranger helping another pick up fallen groceries.

The effects rippled outward. Communities began to collaborate more harmoniously, nations prioritized environmental restoration, and innovations emerged to heal the planet rather than exploit it.

Jim and Jam observed from their tiny crafts, invisible amidst the humans they had just saved.

“They’re adapting,” Jam noted. “Maybe they were always capable of this.”

Jim’s energy softened. “Perhaps. Or perhaps we just gave them the nudge they needed.”

As the two aliens prepared to report back to the council, Jim couldn’t resist asking, “Do you still think viruses are aliens?”

Jam pulsed with amusement. “Maybe. But if so, perhaps they’re just like us—trying to reshape the world in their own image. The question is whether they create or destroy.”

Jim and Jam ascended into the skies, their presence as imperceptible as ever. Humanity continued on, unaware of how close they had come to destruction—or how a subtle, invisible intervention had changed their course forever.