"Rumble, cry, cries, the smell of ozone and pain ... not from wounds, the other ... the pain of loss... They came down like locusts, suddenly and mercilessly exterminate mankind which was helpless against the race, which came from the depths of space. People could only look at the descending from the sky alien ships submerging the human world into ruins. Suddenly one flash illuminated the ground, then was the other ... one last look at the sky, waiting for death... Instead of smooth and strangers, though graceful shape, bearing death cruisers, there was a ship in the sky with a design similar to what could be created by a man, not taking into account that humanity has never built a spacecraft. He was markedly larger than other alien ships, but that is not eye-catching to him ... he did not seem hostile, although his gun and aimed at us. Perhaps this feeling is caused by the expectation of death ... flash ..."