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Obnubilation when the aliens came there were more selfies taken with their svelte silvery ships and their impossible crews than anything they momentarily outnumbered cat pictures on social media two to one and when they started taking our water our wild spaces the wind in our trees patchworking and hole punching our world we never looked up from our flickering phones not until the power grid died by which time all we had left to comfort us were dogs, who, despite everything, did their best even when the food ran out