The world aroud me seemed to become more confined in each and every moment. A mass of static was upsurging among the sky, causing what appeared to be a moment in which the sky was to be usurped by its own subjects and torn from its lofty citadel and its majestic standing. Among us stood a range of soldiers, all falling in file behind a disciplinarian in charge of this exotic army. The Earth had hoped to be set free with the assistance of these exotic comrades originating from a distant world they called Myivro. These were a group of people that we Humans found were more than disainful to the human species. The leader among them was one of the few who took enough time to become educated in the human language so that they might transfer some manner of communication to humanity, though they had betrayed them. "Pecca," he said, referring to me in his native tongue, using an epithet that the convictional members his species gave to humans. He then turned to his troops. "Ohuis lassitari rytowu cokliis vontorunme." They came to surround me.

"Are you ready to see your homeworld fall for the sake of a more worthy race?" he asked in a languid alien accent.

"You think you are more worthy to live?" Satellites in the released greatly catastrophic bursts of energy and particles, reorganizing our atmosphere. The species, humans had found, were a race of people so unique in their genetic structure that they were actually sentient lifeforms capable of photosynthesis. They gained their energy from the sun. Now their homeworld had been depleted and their sun was destined to go supernova within the time of a year. A transition would occur, one that they would catalyze. They would realize a new world. There plan was obvious: they would reorganize the atomic and molecular structure of the particles in the atmospheric levels. They needed a different color of light if they were to survive. And as the sky slowly began to turn even deeper a blue, I saw that the new depth as it increased was the advent of a new age for the Earth. The world had a new master.

"Of course we are. What is your race worth? They do nothing of beneficial consequence. They do not live for a cause. They live only for themselves!" he snapped.

"Thought this be, what does have a right to live? Do your people have a right to save themselves by stepping on the backs of others?" I objected.

"Of course they do. It has been said for years on your planet: 'The superior survive.' And your world is so sordid. Your people... incapable of growth. If we did not exterminate them, they would only commit suicide, as your Henry Addams said, by blowing up the world. If only they could work together, rather than go off running scared, and fight back. Then they could stop us."

"Anything that is wise enough to think and has been given sapience by its Creator has been made worthy of life."

"That is not your opinion on criminals. You have them executed because they are bad people. Pecca. But still you would not consent to genocide of a misled race. Why is that?"

"That is a tough question. I cannot say." I replied to my antagonizer. "Death is something to be used only when appropriate. Why do you say that your race is not meant to die on its own planet?"

"Because we are comitted to something. We are a race with potential. Man will never change. He will always crave the self. He will always crave sin. He wants wealth, he wants victory, he wants all that destroys! Superbia, avaritia, luxuria, invidia, gula, ira, acedia. What is your race worth?"

"It exists, and it must have purpose. I feel it within me. I feel it in truth. I feel it when I learn and when I grow. I feel it when I examine my soul and when I look to God. He himself gives so much to humanity. That is how I know this to be true."

"Your God is a luxury. Something that allows you to be feel more resolved when you go to sleep at night!"

"Hardly. I have come to love him. I feel him in my soul. I love him because it is beyond reason and understanding that he exists. And what in this world is reason and understanding worth? Parameters built because man can only see straight in front of himself. No. I tell you that I know that mankind has worth. Judge it not based on its followers. But its most prominent and prolific leaders! Christ, Caesar, Plato, Luther, Franklin, Kant, and Einstein. Men like these shape goodness in the world. Goodness that spreads and that others live by. Spare mankind for its spirit. Spare it because God himself loves mankind. I believe he even came into human flesh for us."

He and his soldiers stood in a uniform line. They glared at me, not comprehending.

"Your race's culture shan't be forgotten. Just know that we will take from it what good can be derived. Also know that your race's sacrifice for our's will be indescribably for the best of everyone." He drew out a weapon and aimed it at me. Up in the sky, airship had suddenly burst into orbs of light. Human vehicles had surfaced out of the clouds. The spray of the soldier's weapons cut through me with a sting. My head struck the ground with a thud. The blow slowly eased away as my feeling depreciated. There was still hope though. Watching the skies as my life left me I wondered: perhaps man could have enough solidarity to survive before the sky fell.