25 - Take

World Broadcasting System (WBS). General Broadcast. A Conference of all important leaders. A house in Nigeria.

"It's quite a thing of shame that all our efforts have been proving futile since the incursion of the alien machines. Though the scientists are yet to give them a definite name but who wouldn't call them the renowned destroyers or agent of catastrophe? Be as it may, we are quite grateful that things are happening and new things will fall in place soonest. We're very grateful to Elon Musk and several other automobile experts for building safe houses for the populace. These safe houses would be at the discretion of all the government whose economy are strong enough to make a purchase. We wouldn't be too dismissive of those who would or would not be able to buy but if you discover that your government isn't rich enough to buy, you could help yourself with migration only if you're lucky enough not to get crushed by the fellows. Finally, we are very glad to let you know that the safe houses are only available in the developed countries. In the USA, China and Russia. You can start making your ways there. It can house as many as possible. But note, if it gets filled, the criteria of being one of those who would share from its benefits would be concentrated. The government of the world wants peace for its people, but if peace is remote, we make peace from whatever we can reach."

A brown skinned fellow toned dark walked up to his Television and switched it off. He was all by himself and was going to begin his own craziness.

"Imagine the crazy world we are in. Now we can talk about love? What love is there to talk about? When everyone has been soaked in hatred. What the hell is happening."

He walked back to his chair and sat. He leaned into the generous sofa with pouting foams and dirty coverings.

The room wasn't that big. Twas a room and Parlour, self-contained. There was a rug in the parlour, but you could tell from the look that the rug had suffered a cruel fate and was at that moment rugged.

The man was satisfied enough to buy a portable plasma TV fixed in the wall and could impress few ladies. But the sofas would not agree with him.

The wall painted orange was cracking and the five years paint was waning out its Glory already.

There was an old fridge with multiple colors: the original white paint had been smeared by rusts and claws of some ferocious rats.

He stood up again and walked to the fridge. He picked the newspaper on the fridge and returned to his seat.

He read for a while and in annoyance tore it into pieces.

He seemed tired and done with everything. There was nothing no one could say that would make sense to him.

He hadn't been going to work since the past few days after the alien machines arrived Lagos.

He worked in Lagos but he lived in the very remote part of Lagos. There was a difference.

He sighed and said,

"Those machines will meet me here."

He slid into his chair and saved his brain of the crazed thoughts.