12 years ago, NASA discovered a species of alien living beneath the surface of Mars.
These creatures, ant-like in appearance, hid from the dust-washed hills in underground fortresses of steel. With their massive jaws they crushed and consumed the stones they lived in, purifying basic rock into the metal and ore they used to coat the walls of their tunnels.
Within days of discovery NASA explorers ventured fearlessly into these gaping caverns and entered, for the first time, the domain of aliens. Despite their vicious appearance and the bullet-proof plates of armor that layered their carapaced exoskeleton, the Ants were docile, for without predators nor prey--feeding merely off of stone rather than living things--the creatures were concerned and confused of these strange intruders, but recognized them not as an enemy. They were friendly, passive, and curious beasts that allowed the humans to venture into their home and examine the ores that smothered the walls.
Within years they brought them to Earth.
The Ants were introduced to the public with an air of pride and excitement, for by farming these passive beings it would be possible to strip their tunnels of their metal excrete for humans to melt and put to use. Like bees farmed for honey, these beasts would be farmed for the valuable steel they coated their tunnels with. Some took to it well; some took to it with fear of the unknown monsters they had now welcomed into their own territory.
Yet nonetheless, NASA set up their farms.
Human-governed nests were established worldwide in which these massive aliens were cared for in return for the retrieval of the metal extract. In response to negativity and fear they opened these farms to the public; many opened their doors to sell tours to the intrigued masses, welcoming them into the animals' nests to show and explain to them the wonder of the Ants' world.
Many flowed through the doors of the Farms to see the processes, and my family, every year, visited the same, ever-expanding farm.
The system grew every year as traffic exploded, soon installing entire highways in and out of their sanctuaries. In the 8 years these farms have been open we saw the roads go from simple dirt to now a bridge suspended across a cavernous abyss, one of the structures the massive creatures produced.
This was the 8th year of our visits, and the 8th year that the doors had been open to the public.
The 4-lane highway passed beneath a gaping maw in the side of the mountain, the rock walls inside glowing with an eerie red light and soon opening widely into a monstrous cavern, on either side of which massive, rolling tunnels extended endlessly. It's walls, ceiling and floor rolled away like hills until they intersected so much one could see no further in the distance, while between them danced furious explosions of red lightning that branched between the reddish deposits of some alien ore. Here and there a glass bubble, some larger than a truck and with luminescent surfaces dancing wildly with pink highlights, clung to the flesh-looking yet stone-hard walls. The ground of the tunnels were lathered in some yellowy-orange substance that appeared like gravel melted and fused together. A sort of red mist, illuminated here and there by the bursts of lightning, seemed to hide things the further away they were.
There were no ants to be seen here; they were timid animals, who trusted only their caretakers, whom they had known since hatching in their labs.
so i had a dream that nasa brought aliens to earth and they ate everyone
