Tomorrow the space-ship is landing. Everyone's pretty excited.
The aliens--they prefer to be called the Others, in English at least--purchased Earth, and apparently the deal just went through escrow.
Well, they didn't purchase all of Earth, just what we call real estate, most of which they'll lease back to us on very reasonable terms, I am told.
They're paying for everything with what we call precious metals. Rumor has it they did the equivalent of laughing when they "heard" that phrase.
The Others own such things as gold planets. They vaporize metal and reconstitute it on Earth somehow. If I knew the physics of it, I wouldn't be working here.
They've promised to help humans survive. To that end, they started by deactivating sustantive military weapons, putting spells on politicians (et alia), and giving the atmosphere a good scrub. We'll see if it works. Personally, I have my doubts.
What are we going to do with all that gold?. . . . Their ship, by the way, is alleged to be bright red. We'll see tomorrow. And the Others themselves are as multi-colored as a big box of crayons, according to reports. That, my friends, is pretty cool. Tomorrow, then.