The sky is blue, red, and black all at once. One might expect a meteor shower to come sprinkling across the sky, but what tears through the air tonight are not the stars. The hands that rip through the heavens belong to the otherworldly beings, who have arrived to take what is ours. All that humans have built for countless centuries will fall - humanity will fall - under the ever so shining light tonight.

The doors to the Pioneer open at hour seven of sunlight and stay open until nighttime. The jets and ships that come from other planets don’t even start rolling in until hour nine, but that’s who we are. We’re the pioneers who established the first cafe on Pluto. Well, let’s make a correction: my boss is the pioneer. I just happen to work here.

It is just like any other day. Just like every morning, your footsteps take you to the room where you believe you belong. You walk through that same door today, but the face that greets you is odd and unfamiliar.

She smiles and says, “I’ll be your substitute teacher for today.”