They came in giant saucers
one sunny Tuesday morning.
The sound was loud yet silent
as they descended from the sky.
All the neighborhood stood frozen
and gazed upon the awesome sight
as the high-tech metal giants
were beamed down to the ground.
They spoke with some kind of buzzing noise
and bursts of electric screech.
And their mostly purple-ish eyes
shone like a color out of space
With a super sonic frequency
they hooked up to our brains
and with a quantum line of code
they bit into a big piece of our mind.
Under the dark of the sun
they started collecting people.
Like tiny bugs
we were picked up one by one.
They put us in large containers,
made of some strange and steely glass.
Like canned food they arranged us
in perfectly curvy lines.
I saw the thousand faces
of people trying to scream,
but all I could hear was the damp thud
of desperation against glass.
And as the cryo sleep enveloped me
the stars turned into silver lines.
And in a flash the high-tech metal giants
took us back to sector 5.