Part I: The First Sighting No one sounded the alarm when the first one landed.
The invasion was complete. And no one wanted it to end. On Day 14, Dr. Elena Vasquez, the last holdout scientist hiding in an underground bunker in the Arctic, finally cracked the Puffball genome. She stared at her screen for a long time, then laughed bitterly. Cute Invaders
“Okay,” she whispered. “Okay.” It’s been three years since the Cute Invasion. Humanity still exists, but it’s different now. We work less. We sleep more. We spend afternoons lying in parks, watching Puffballs bounce like happy, weightless clouds. Cities have been reclaimed by moss and flowers, because no one has the heart to mow a lawn where a Puffball might be napping. Part I: The First Sighting No one sounded
The Puffballs, in turn, did nothing. They simply existed. They slept in sunbeams. They batted at dust motes. And they multiplied. The collapse of human civilization was not loud. It was soft. It was gentle. It was announced by the sound of a million people simultaneously saying, “Awww.” On Day 14, Dr
And we did.
The military was the first to officially surrender, though the declaration was less a treaty and more a viral video of a gunnery sergeant weeping tears of joy as a Puffball nuzzled his boot.