Cat, it’s time

What if the end of the world didn’t begin with explosions — but with silence? On the Moon, an alien sits on the edge of a crater, playing guitar — no helmet, no urgency. In the distance, a massive ship appears. He makes a call. “Cat. It’s time.” On Earth, a cat sleeps in a bed like a human. The phone lights up. Caller ID: Higgsfield. Minutes later, sterile white drones descend over a city. They don’t attack. They connect. People freeze. Then begin walking in perfect synchronization. No panic. No chaos. Just integration. A grounded sci-fi short about signal control, quiet invasions, and one very tired cat who has to fix it — again.