Archangel Des by Andy Pickford

Happy New Year! Everyone meet Desmond, the... erm... frankly I haven't got a clue what it calls itself but this is an AI representation of it, as it was, loitering around New Jersey just before Christmas 2024. It and it's buddies have become something of a fixture all over the globe. This is the proverbial elephant in the room, but absolutely nobody wants to admit it. A little dangerous methinks, especially as this elephant could easily shit all over the furniture and smash up the valuables if it wanted. I sincerely hope we notice it before it does anything like that. After all, our ancient ancestors were a bit more adept in conversing with it and its mates. It probably didn't do much good for them because they generally only came out to warn us of impending catastrophes. I wonder what impending catastrophes we have to worry about? I'll write a list shall I?
In any case these aren't aliens. They're the neighbours, our flatmates so to speak. Evidently they feel it's time to gatecrash our little party. Don't take any notice of me but I suspect we ought to trying to talk with them instead of pretending they're everything from drones to Chinese lanterns. Or perhaps we're hoping that if we ignore them long enough they'll give up and go home. On a scale of 1 to 10 where does that rate our intelligence I wonder? After all we've got our minds made up, we have our little holy books, our nukes, lots of other shit we've stolen off them and we'd just like it to stay that way, right? Well it's not going to, so tough shit.

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