As the red streaks pierce the night, the world holds its breath, unaware of the danger descending from above. Tiny shapes, barely visible, drift downwards—each one a bedbug, rippled shell gleaming, beady eyes alert, six sticky spiky feet bristling against the wind. They land softly, scattering in the shadows, seeking shelter for an incubation period. The city sleeps on, oblivious to the invasion.
Throughout the day, the bedbugs wait, motionless beneath pillows, inside drawers, and behind wallpaper. Their delicate bodies begin to shift, chrysalis shells forming around them. The world continues, utterly ignorant of the cosmic weapon incubating in every household. Time ticks forward, and a new night approaches.
One by one, the bedbugs burrow into ears, their tiny legs finding purchase as they settle deep within. No one stirs; the invasion is silent, painless, and complete. Brain neurons pulse and fire as proboscis begin their work—sucking and exchanging data fluids, extracting and inputting knowledge. Humanity is forever changed.
"ATTENTION, WE ARE SPEAKING TO YOU THROUGH THE BEDBUG TRANSLATOR."
The voice softens, replaced by a new presence—a learning module hologram, shimmering blue and silver, projecting scenes of distant planets and lost civilizations.
"Anyone with a Bedbug in their ear will receive our blueprints for a harmonious society. Apologies for our abrupt entrance. I am a learning module designed hologram here to teach and help you through your assimilation process."
Images flash: battles, defeats, and the torturous measures of the Lordens, the conqueror race. The hologram’s eyes are sympathetic, as it reveals the fate of its own planet, now under Lorden rule.
Most accept their new reality with surprising ease, the bedbugs nestled comfortably in their ears, rippled shells blending with skin, beady eyes hidden beneath hair. No one scratches or itches; the assimilation is seamless. The brightest minds absorb blueprints for harmonious society, but the cost is clear: freedom surrendered, identity altered.
The earth’s greatest thinkers now dream in alien languages, memories of resistance and defeat etched into every neuron. Humanity, now Servan, moves forward with new purpose, united under Lorden rule. The bedbugs have left their mark, and the world will never be the same.
