125 Alien Invasion POV (1/2)

Joshua is the one who had said that.

And I think my son meant to say: Independence Day.

Unlike the actual holiday commemorated on the 4th of July yearly, Independence Day is a movie about an alien invasion of Earth. It was released about 4 years prior, in 1996.

The movie stars Will Smith, Jeff Goldburn, Bill Pullman, and many others.

I am somewhat familiar with the real names of the actors because the movie was prominently featured in numerous papers and magazines, such as Time Magazine. The movie was a commercial and critical success during its theatrical run from what I can recall.

Like myself, many people have seen the movie.

And knowing what happened in the movie, I truly hope that what I am seeing isn't the case.

A lot of people are going to die otherwise.

I honestly do not think that the entire world's combined military strength can defeat an alien invasion just like in the movie I have seen. It is just not possible for us to fight and win against a technologically advanced species.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

Our own history has repeatedly illustrated this fact very clearly.

Whenever two groups of culturally different people come to face, the technologically advanced group will always triumph over the other.

Therefore, just by pure logic, if the alien species can travel across the vast cosmos to get here to Earth and launch an invasion, they wouldn't be defeated by a single computer virus.

From my engineering projects at a construction company, I am a bit confused at how a computer virus from Earth can affect their computer systems, which should be completely alien.

It is already a nightmare to transfer simple data such as building schematics from an operating system to another, such as Windows to Mac OS and vice versa.

And these operating systems are designed by us.

I don't need to be a computer technician to know that their alien computer systems wouldn't be able to make heads or tails of the virus created by us, let alone allow our virus to infect their computers to the point that we can cripple their vessels.

While I do hope we can fight and win against an alien invasion, that is just wishful thinking.

Wishful thinking never solves anything.

I have learned that now. Starving to death really changes a person. For better or worse, I am no longer the same person I once was.

Nevertheless, I believe that God didn't give everyone another chance to live and make amend only to take it all away now.

Only God has the power to turn back time and bring everyone back to life.

It is strange that the alien shows up the moment God did.

Could this be a coincidence?

It is too much of a coincidence to be one.

So far, the alien spacecrafts are not doing anything besides hovering ominously over the city. Even so, their presence gives me this dreadful feeling.

Something big is going to happen.

I just know it.

And it is bigger than the unexplainable withering and decaying of every plants across the world.

I gulp and avert my eyes from the sky to have a look at my three children standing around the withering lawn.

Beautiful green grasses just a couple of days ago are nowhere to be found. The flowers adorning the front garden are also dead. And with them, the pollinators such as bees will also be gone. It continues up the food pyramid, killing each species one by one.

We will be last. There is no escape.

But my children are not paying attention to that.

They are all staring at the spacecrafts in awe, especially Joshua. My only son has been skipping school and went off with his buddies to the arcades and movies.

I have told him off many times already, but he refuses to listen.

Misha is becoming the same, preferring to talk on the phone with her friends rather than studying and trying to get into a good college.

Where did I go wrong in raising my children?

I suppose with the impending doom, school is the last thing on my mind.

On anyone's mind really.

I should have paid more attentions to my children instead of leaving them to my wife. My wife! Edith. Edith. She spends more time in the arms of another man than taking care of her children.

Dad was right. He is always right. I hate it when he is always right.

But I do not regret leaving and marrying Edith. If I did, that means I also regretted of having children with her.

My children.

Their survivals are the only thing important right now.

And it is more dire with the surprised arrival of the alien spacecrafts. Their intention remains unclear, but the aliens are obviously not here to just say hello.

No. If they wanted to do that, they could have stayed in orbit and outside the atmosphere.

In any case, I have to get out of here. We have to get out of here.

Get as far away from the city as possible!

”Steph. Josh. Misha. Please go back inside and pack your things. We are taking a road trip to my father, your grandfather. Please hurry.”

I order and then look for my wife.

Edith is at the far end of the street. She is still staring directly at all the titanic spacecrafts hovering in the sky. They are casting looming shadows over everything on the ground.

Most people are like her, still staring speechlessly at the spacecrafts. They have completely forgotten about what will happen to the world in the upcoming days, weeks and months.

People will fight for little scrap of foods remaining just a little bit more than a year from now.

Speaking of which, I need to stock up as much as possible.

We need to stock up as much foods as possible.

”You guys! Are you listening!? Get inside the house and pack your things!”

I call out again. Louder and more emotional this time.

Joshua and Misha finally snap out of it. They hurriedly enter the house and run upstairs to the balcony in order to continue looking despite my outbursts.

In contrast, Stephanie stops me from heading off to get her mother.

”Please don't, dad. I don't want to be anywhere near her. You have no idea what she did to me. You… have no idea…”

Stephanie pleads. Her tearful eyes tell me all that I need to know. I have seen terrible things happened to countless young girls like her in the apocalypse.

I look at my wife one more time before giving my adopted daughter a hug.

”Trust me when I say that I do, Steph. I will not let her hurt you ever again.”

I assure. This time, I will protect her. I will protect my precious daughter from my wife. No. She is not my wife anymore.

Edith has lost that right when she had abandoned her children and took away Stephanie from me.