As today is International Martian Attack Day (better known as the anniversary of Orson Wells’ “War of the World” broadcast), allow me to recount the day I visited the Martian invasion site in New Jersey . . .
Oh, Hai! It’s Soufflé Girl once again but this time I’m on the road. Well, my machine isn’t a dud, all stuck in the mud, so that’s a good thing in my favor. That might have given you a clue, so I’ll tell you straight out: I’m in New Jersey, and I’ve been on the road since four-thirty, and as it’s now eight AM, you do the math on how long I’ve been traveling.
Why am I here? Because no one would have believed in the early years of the 21st century that our world was being watched by intelligences greater than our own; that as men busied themselves about their various concerns, they observed and studied, the way a man with a microscope might scrutinize the creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. With infinite complacency, men went to and fro about the globe, confident of our empire…
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