Could it be worse?

Yup, when I dream all stops go out the window. And as such, I had myself a new idea, OK, new is a stretch but it was my dream and I get to have it. In this one, there was a third lockdown and Google’s own Papa Smurf just bought my IP, as such I was having. Celebration and my first long term vacation vacation in the Hermitage Hotel in Monaco. So far so good, in this setting I ended with a little more money than was good for me, so I got a new iPhone 12 PRO 256GB gold. I also got the GoPro 4K as I wanted to make a record of it all, that was when the third lockdown started. There I was looking out of the hotel the next morning when I noticed a red glare. I rubbed my eyes and the glare was gone. So there I was on my balcony, looking out towards the Mediterranean when I noticed people reacting a little brute, sluggish, they were a little out of it, well a third lockdown will do that to a person. I saw girls running and 6 of them ran into the hotel. They were freaked out. I saw the staff members keeping them safe, some were sluggish themselves and the girls came in. It was not an hour later when the people outside became violent and the hotel locked down even more. 

It is that evening when things go from bad to worse, even in the hotel noises are heard, so there I was and soon there after the girls came too, they were scared, I guided them to my room, but it felt like a trap. The terrace wasn’t much better, but it gave me the idea to walk to the furthest room, take the turn left and there it was, just a little out of reach. I went into the room of the terrace I was on and I grabbed the sheets. In the mean time, the screaming all over the place intensified. I had tied two sheets together, it allowed me to climb to the roof, then a few careful steps further and I was on a small balcony. The windows were closed, but the balcony next to them had them open. I went there, and I saw the suite was empty. Then I opened up the last window and I went back to the roof. I signalled the girls and they came up too, two of them a lot easier than I did. After that to the room. This did not end the stage. I noticed that the entry door swung outwards. I carefully snuck out through that door. Outside around the corner I saw the extinguisher, there was little to no noise, the noise I did hear was further away. I looked around and saw the door to what I believed was some kind of janitor door, it was and there were all kinds of goodies there. Chlorine, Ammonia (and I did remember the benefit of that combination), a few mops, and the real treasure, wedges, three of them. I snuck back, still silent everywhere. I hit the electronic entrance with the extinguisher a few times as hard as I could, I removed the door handles and I tied the doors though the two holes with a piece of rope. I used my inconvenient red hammer again and jammed the wedges in whilst one of the girls put pressure on the ropes. After that we got the two beds and placed them vertical, one against each door, if they did open the doors, we would have time to get away. 

It was already in the afternoon and we were getting hungry. Yet, there was little food in the suite apart from the fruit, we each had an apple, except one of the girls had grabbed the pear. We looked outside, it was pandemonium there. We turned on the TV, it was not merely Monaco, it was all over parts of France as well. The Cote D’Azu, the Alpes, there were numerous mentions of people who had gone mad attacking others. We all looked in disbelief. 

The evening part was really nice, but as mot of you are most likely too young I will refrain, but I can tell you that the two agile girls were gymnasts, and they did things to me I cannot rent on video, so there!

The next day was different, everything was quiet, there was no sound at all. It was eerie. We watched the TV, it seemed that most people had died, there were still outbursts, but the French authorities told the people that the containment was proceeding. It was then that we saw a helicopter. We waived and signalled and in good humour they waived back. They landed on the roof and we got in, they spoke French, I had no idea what he said, one of the girls spoke French, she told them I kept them safe, I didn’t feel like much of a hombre, I merely looked outside, and as we went north I saw the smoke it was a long line, I looked at the man. He pointed at it and stated ‘Meteor!’ I figured it out, it was an alien invasion, but not with the version that Ridley Scott gave us, but the version from H.G. Wells, our defence against the Martians, now used against us, microbic parts that devoured parts of us, most likely the brains. So many ways to get to them brains. 

I merely wondered what the next meteor would bring us, especially when we see that 500 meteors strike this world every year. Perhaps my grandfather was right and I have to be ready and get some kind of secure shelter. I can’t wait to tell Papa Smurf what I got up to, I wonder if they bill me for the damage to the Diamond penthouse suite, I could always deny I did it. I better tell the girls. Life is weird at times, I wonder if these two would come and stay with me in Mountain view? Weirder things have happened, I know that to be a fact, the last two days might be regarded as evidence of that. Ah well, better tell Papa Smurf, I have a new idea, he might like it.

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