The silver/blue of noctilucent clouds drift around me, jagged and sharp against the black void of space. Cold plasma lighting, deep bloody violet flickers across my vision. Crystals of ice form around my fingertips, glittering in bizarre colors with the alien light of radar and gamma waves.
I am fifty three miles up, floating in the mesosphere. It is the coldest place on earth, at negative one hundred and seventy degrees kalven. It is beautiful. Stark and harsh, the sky split between the blue of the earth and the black of space.
My eyes close and I focus on the warmth of cosmic rays, on the interplay of my electromagnetic field and earths. Magnetic north and south wash over me, along with.. other magnetic north and south? What!?
My eyes snap open in a nanosecond, scanning the sky for a second planet. Nothing. Whew, one bullet dodged. Now the sky for electrical nanites. Free and clear. The earth..
There. Germany, east Berlin. A portal to another realm is letting in the electromagnetic field of another planet. A ugly rend in reality, twisting the fabric of the universe. So unnatural it is hard for me too look at.
Figures pore forth, tall and thin, pale with cruel smiles and hard eyes. Laughing they sprint into the city with energy whips and nets. Making sport of the old, slow or feeble with jagged knives and poisoned shard rifles, and ensnaring the young and healthy.
Furry rises in me. Those are my people. MINE. From their collective minds I was born. And these outsiders think they can just steal them away, and kill them for sport?