I always knew they were out there, in the fields. When the weathervane on my truck started moving rapidly, without any wind at all, I knew they had come for me. I had something leftover from my grandfather, Serbian, and I used it to protect my existence, perhaps the very existence of humanity itself. I was using a trackpad and never succeeded at fending off the ship, but maybe that wasn't the point. Maybe I was supposed to be sucked into the beam, travelling somewhere new, observed. Maybe my destiny was always to transcend humanity and see what they had to offer.