Better known as terrorists in lay man terms, have to kept arrogant, till the end. They keep lurking in the landscape. Their could be many on this Planet One. Their is escaping them. Each encounter with them is such a close call. It is like savage, very super natural, telekinetic. I hope to escape every one of them. It leaves me looking roughed up, like I have been raced by a superior species. Just enough, to live to tell. I don’t know what will happen here of me. I just pray to God that it does not take me away. The computer is required to hone into them, bring them to a peace. I don’t know when this alien invasion will end for me. Something tells me that they have their roots in the planet since the beginning of time. Predators, feasting on the human soul. It does not know me, only tells me that it wants to feed. Like a CIA algorithm, that beeps. It has a black hole like effect so far for me. Even entering the periphery makes me turn white with fear. My body starts reacting to the situation, all self defense mechanisms act involuntarily. Then after it has subsided, I look for a war devastation kit, to heal my wounds. It generates a huge arrogant field that is spherical, then entering it causes increase in gravity, loss of motion for the victim. Everything gets blurred. Then the trauma of entanglement, later revival, and relief, as it exits. Satiated from the hunt.