The supreme beings who took over the world could read our thoughts, could see if we wanted to cheat on our wives or kill our neighbors.
For centuries, humans believed we were at the top of the food chain, but the interdimensional travelers finally put an end to that. Mystery of the UFO solved.

Crime was nonexistent, but our world was far from utopia. We had limited food and water, and people working against one another instead of with each other.
Our dickface neighbor Clyde still complained to the HOA about our dying grass while letting his Jack Russell shit on everyone’s lawns.
The HOA did nothing about anything, so maybe the supreme beings would.
I allowed them to shine a light through my skull. They did the same to Clyde, turning him into a dog.
No longer Clyde the dickface neighbor, he was now Clyde the chihuahua.
My wife and I enjoyed sticking his nose in shit, and the rest of the neighborhood joined the fun.
On New Year’s, we had a block party. Alcohol was scarce, but the supreme beings allowed just enough that night, appreciating our gratitude for the new pet.
This story appears as part of Dystopia, a PUNK NOIR Magazine series.
Bio
Nathan Pettigrew was born and raised an hour south of New Orleans. His story Yemma was recently awarded 2nd Place in the 22nd Annual Writer’s Digest Short Short Story Competition. Other stories have appeared in Deep South Magazine, Shooter, Penumbra Online, Stoneboat, Punk Noir, and the bestselling Gone anthology from Red Dog Press, edited by Stephen J. Golds.
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