by Ciaran Searle

For aeons, the Drik have repeated the process. We find a new world and embed our formless selves within the minds of a number of its inhabitants. We wait and when the time is right we heed the call of the Mothership to ready her approach.

Our latest target: the planet Earth. The groundwork has been laid. We few have melded with a select group of humans. We learned their ways, hid ourselves in their everyday lives and were ready for the call. It has now been one Earth year.

This time, the call did not come…