This was a natural world that shunned the alien who could never fathom its pure fresh elegant beauty. Humankind alone was able to rejoice in the gifts of a world rich in color and natural pageant. Not one instant on any other world could compare to this special place on this nondescript planet so very far from the clustered luminosity of the densely packed center of the galaxy. The landing of our spacecraft out in some remote prairie expanse in the western United States facilitated the release of my brethren into the wilds of this fresh host filled world. The news reports being televised around the clock on the image projection screen downstairs in my ex-host's living space indicated that our invasion was progressing nicely. They had footage of our spacecraft incinerating whole squadrons of primitive attack aircraft that had been called out to defend their backward planet against what they termed - the enemy. No sooner would they bring up reinforcements to be sacrificed on the front lines of battles extending across the planet and others already far enough along in their transformation would fire on their former native compatriots. Cataloging the rise and inevitable decline of yet another offshoot of our genetically impure species was a task for our many Anthropologists who traveled across the universe piecing our various experiences on thousands of living spaces. They simply would not admit defeat and accept their fate. What was most troubling was the technology employed in their sleekest fighter; for its agility and precision munitions targeting must have been designed with help from a more advance species. Was Earth a member of the Zalon Kingdom?