Photo prompt courtesy Fandango
As per The Plan, I looked at the Drone hovering just above my head and announced majestically, “Puny Earthlings, I am Brwydgjhdbjhg from Mars. We have come here to lay claim on your planet, in the name of our Emperor, Zdfhdkjhfkjhf.”
I knew all the leaders of Earth would be seeing me through the Drone’s camera. It would not be long before they would see our might, and unanimously decide to bow before it without any resistance whatsoever.
Suddenly, there was a loud crackling on the Drone’s speaker, and a tentative voice, which my inbuilt computer told me was the President of Ghana, the most powerful country on Earth, spoke up. “And what would happen if we refuse your demands?”
“Then,” I replied, since this response was also already built into The Plan, “we will crush you to a pulp.”
“Excuse me,” the Prime Minister of Peru piped in, “but you and what army?”
My demeanor of confidence slipped for a bit then. Maybe I should have modified The Plan a bit once I’d discovered that our entire invading army had landed into the sea by mistake, and I was the only one left alive.
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195 words.
Written as a part of Sunday Photo Fiction, hosted by Susan Spaulding.
jagahdilmein 
That, being lone survivor could put a cork in the wax works… or a stone in the cog of a machine.
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Ha ha ha. Thank you so much Jules.