The aliens landed in their usual place, unsurprised to see it hadn’t been disturbed since the last home-coming, the youngers glad they wouldn’t have a ‘visitation situation’ on their hands or a more time consuming conflict.

Once settled back into their ancient home, the newer generation set to work and started up the communication systems. A stage three novice read the most important chatter of the current day. There was an audible intake of breath before the novice read aloud the top comment.

“Justice for Cecil the Lion, only 1000 likes to go!” the novice sighed happily imagining such a Utopia.

 

From the Compendium of One Hundred Word Stories

Picture from: Wiki Page
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