No I'm not a human — reporter

The reporter sat in front of the camera, adjusted the microphone, and mentally reviewed his notes. He knew that every word he spoke could affect the peace of mind of millions of people. With a firm voice and a serious gaze, he began his report: “Good morning, citizens. Today, at 6:28 a.m., an unprecedented solar energy emission was recorded. Outside temperatures have reached critical levels. A state of emergency has been declared: stay in your homes and follow official instructions. Stay tuned for further updates.” As he spoke, his heart pounded beneath his impeccable jacket. He discreetly glanced at his notes: signs of the “Visitors,” perfect teeth, FEMA agents deployed throughout the city. Every line he spoke served a dual purpose: to inform the public without revealing his growing paranoia. “The situation is not limited to extreme heat. Signs of the 'Visitors,' creatures capable of mimicking human appearance, have been detected. Avoid all contact at all costs. Their perfectly white teeth are a clue to their presence. Everyone's safety depends on cooperation with FEMA. Remain alert and follow instructions.” After finishing the report, he took a deep breath as the cameras clicked off. On screen, he appeared calm and authoritative, but off camera, he was just looking to resume his normal life. He walked into the small kitchen, made himself a coffee, and sat by the window, watching the city awaken under the scorching sun. The heat was intense, but he tried to focus on simple tasks: checking email, tidying his desk, and planning his next script. Outside, the streets were far from quiet, filled with restless movements and strange shadows, and he clung to his daily routine, though the presence of the Visitors lingered in his mind, subtle and silent.

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