[Facebook] Leeks and Home

Two-fer-one night!

Status: I’m finally home.

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Home.

You should be happy you’re home.

That’s what they said.

That’s what they all said.

They never had to come home to empty cities.

Empty streets.

Empty building.

Empty people.

He had to fight.

Fight a war.

All by himself.

Well, that wasn’t true.

The leeks were good fighters, but terrible leaders.

They needed a leader.

He led them into battle.

He won every battle except the one that mattered the most to him.

He lost Earth.

The leeks didn’t know what the enemy did to their conquered worlds.

They had never regained a world from the enemy before.

After victory was assured, he took back Earth.

And now he was home.

Except home wasn’t home.

People had become automatons.

They looked better, the cities cleaner as well as the people, their technology advanced, but they had lost their spark.

Why?

How?

The last enemy had been extinguished: they couldn’t be asked.

He tried asking his people what had happened during the invasion.

They told him about an industrial revolution.

Then the computing revolution.

Then the biotech revolution.

Then the bionic revolution following on it’s heels.

It was clear, then.

The enemy just had to teach.

The leeks invaded on his command, and he watched from the top floor of his abandonded farmhouse as fire poured from heaven.

After half an hour, he called the leeks off.

Except for one ship.

No more dusty farmhouse.

No more conquerer.

No more genocide.

No more.

No.