Written for MMOGames.com, recreated in-part with permission.
Money rains the sky like molten gold. Fragments of highly advanced ships hurtling to the ground pepper San Francisco’s semi-alien landscape in bizarre, inexplicable alien tech. They’re fragments of the ark field that orbits the Earth. What the technology does is not important, that the technology sells well is.
“Minor arkfall detected,” the artificial intelligence in your mind says, “let’s go earn some scrip.”
Around the impact site, groups of burrowing aliens are climbing through the grass, scuttling around, as if drawn to the technology. You rumble through the mass of them in your ATV, diving off as brown-ish hide splashes against the armored grill of your vehicle. More come, you raise your rifle.
Thoughts?