Aliens seem to have invaded. I see crop circles in my backyard, more like tears of the kingdom impressions in the grass. I saw a small little drone flying around. There’s nothing definitive yet, publicly, but I’m conversing with a neighbor who also saw the drone, and saw the same shape. Sort of a twitter-bird shape with the head instead looking like an old-time camera with three lenses. It hovered in place, watching me. It was supremely unsettling.

Next morning I go to check on the cats. Bbg is missing her tail, or part of her tail. On closer inspection, it almost looks like her tail was duplicated, and she was roughed up a bit but she still had her tail; there was just another one on the floor next to her where she lay. In any case, she was hurt so Lisa took her to the vet.

I anxiously call about her condition, Lisa anxiously snaps that she’s working and the vets are doing their job too. Eventually we get bbg back but now I am too unsettled knowing that aliens or something are watching our house and hurting our cat.

Skip

We receive a fedex package from a truck. I’ve gotten some ally somehow, and we go outside to look at the truck. The “organization” fucked up the route and the REAL fedex truck comes around the corner. I hear cursing as the ruse is undone, the “organization” becomes known to us. What they’re doing, I don’t know. Is there infighting? Are they fighting the aliens? I think so.

I’m given a weapon. About the same size and material of the shokz headphones. It has two ends, one end supposed to be much more powerful. We come under attack. The organization fends off the attack, but in a movie moment I find my weapon was ineffectual to begin with; it squirted water, and the high-power setting squirted water farther. I’m upset that I could not defend myself.

We’re now privy to the secrets of the organization. We find that they have been intending to clone people for some use.

Finally we find Tony Stark, the head of the organization. Hes flying around and on a phone call with some sort of customer support expressing displeasure with some sort of outcome.