Life had become a drag, Merryweather mused as he opened his eyes to yet another morning.
Office, shops, home and repeat; a lot like washing his hair, only less interesting. Not that there was much hair left to wash these days. Most of it having left his head to follow the shampooy bubbles down the drain. With a general sigh of boredom about life, Merryweather climbed out of bed.
Maybe, Merryweather thought to himself, the universe was playing a practical joke, maybe they were all living in the Matrix and he was really Neo. This idea brought a small glow of comfort to him.
Basking in something close to happiness, Merryweather opened his curtains to view what lies the first spring flowers had to tell about the world.
What he saw instead was the spaceship, large, grey saucer-shaped and armed. The Invasion had begun.
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