By Stephen Moss
In 11 years time, one million individuals of an alien race will arrive at Earth. Years prior to they input orbit, their procedure should be introduced via the flare of one thousand flames within the sky, their ships' large engines burning not easy to sluggish them from the big speeds had to go interstellar space.
These foreboding lighting will shine in our evening sky like new stars, getting ever brighter till they outshine even the solar, casting ominous shadows and banishing the evening until eventually they unexpectedly blink out.
Their expertise is tremendously better to ours, they usually understand they can't in all probability lose the arrival clash. yet they, like us, have discovered no solution to the damaging strength of the atom, and so they don't have any goal of dealing with the onslaught of our primitive nuclear arsenal, or the devastation it is going to wreak in the world they crave.
So they've got flung out a sophisticated celebration in entrance of them, hidden inside one of many numerous asteroids randomly roaming the void.
They don't want us, they wish our planet. Their brokers are arriving.