V - the Visitors

After his shift, on his way to the parking lot, Gavin passed by one of the posters advertising Human-Visitor cooperation, even friendship.

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“We’ll do great things together, huh? Wrong city for that, Amanda-dear.”

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Fingers unfamiliar with the task moved a spray paint can left and right, up and down, until eventually two rows of crude letters were formed:

GO HOME

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Gavin turned around and ran away. He might not have accomplished anything, and in fact, the man didn’t even feel any better after letting out his frustration.

For once Detroit had gotten graced with something good: technologically advanced aliens that were do-gooders through and through. But they were also… Gavin didn’t know what exactly the Visitors were doing wrong, only that it was showing “in everything” and that the aliens just didn’t want to see the damage they were doing. Something like that. In any case, they needed to go away!