War-@-Worlds {Radio}

A Story by Abishai100

Adaptation of the HG Wells alien-invasion (Mars) treasure that inspired a national/American radio 'share' and multiple films/storyboards of weighted (human) show.

War of the Worlds adaptation. Happy Friday,

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"Surely, wed not anticipate such a darkness for worry in our Earth realm when they descended, these strangers of outer space, who'd arrived for some stranger message of why our 'fare-rich' Blue Planet of incomplete-distances readings of the qualia of Selfie age comforts, of consumerism and pedestrians, immigration negotiations and invasion/war jitters for globalism-rhetoric languages of the Ego. However, they did, these Unidentified Flying Objects from the dark-side of the universe...and (all!) this cast me as a Planet Earth 'witness' of sorts, alongside my librarian-girlfriend (Shelbye), who'd become my heroine for some social media conversation of the Great Restoration fiction/storytelling (Facebook-like!)."

"At first, it was a broadcast from the American Radio Service (A.R.S.) that sent goosebumps to those of us 'radio-days' idealists who still thought of as radio-service as valued/magical as anything the cyber-domain had offered to capitalism or democracy or social human solidarity for shares in intelligence and machinery and games and Selfie talkies (ha). The ARS declared sightings of eerie insect-like UFOs with protruding tendrils enabling the craft-machines to 'walk-about' and shoot lasers out of the central-opening, like a dark eye with no crying for sympathy for our human race (damn). We thought the ARS was making pranks or magic-tricks, until some of us stepped-outside and beheld the dark skies and knew (then) a special/unforgettable miracle(s) was at-hand for any form of a restoration post-shockwave (Facebook-like!)."

SHELBYE: God, there must be some 'examination' to draw us-away from Martians.

ME: All we know is they're from Mars, since the only communication was that word!
SHELBYE: They just transmitted the language, "No greetings from Mars" pre-firing?

ME: Nothing else, my darling (damn).

SHELBYE: God, there must be some 'retort' for strength that makes for the shield.

ME: Well, my real-genius pal from Princeton thinks to use a laser-wavelength toy!

SHELBYE: It's worth a shot...for our Facebook-Planet, love...for a Selfie-jellyfish.

ME: Good (Facebook-like).

"Wow, would you believe my Princeton-pal had derived that magic-miracle, wrought from some 'good' years of garage-lab tinkering with a multi-beam wavelength-laser 'toy' that created an alignment of line-creations of brightness in the night-sky that simply frustrated the Martian pilots (or commanders!) of those UFOs with tendrils walking-about with great darkness (hmmm)? The UFO 'drivers' simply shrank their walking-tendrils and flew-away with light-speed, and the humiliation (it seemed!) would never-again make them feel the gumption to simply creep-into our 'fare-rich' Blue Planet of incomplete-arts of things...of the Great Restoration."