As the module deployed its parachute, it became evident that
it had missed its target. Towering blocks of concrete and glass and
cross-hatched roads was not the quiet, undisturbed and discreet fields it had
been aiming for. As the spire of the Empire State drifted past, cameras from
high-rise gazers flashed, limbs waved, and heads leaned forward to watch it
float closer to the busy traffic below. The occupant peered from a window, its
nostules flaring with fear, its schunkers shaking. The four-limbed humanoids
all stood in awe as the module landed, crushing a yellow taxi-cab. Slowly, the
capsule door lifted up...
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