the destruction of planets

WHEN I WRITE IN CAPS IT MEANS I'M ON MY PHONE. IT'S DARK OUT AND THERE'S SOME COMMOTION OUTSIDE. EVERYONE IS GATHERED ON THE STREETS ALONG THE CURB WITH NOTHING BUT THE ROAD AND COMFORT BUBBLES BETWEEN US. THERE'S A LIGHT THAT LOOKS LIKE A SUN. IT BECOMES BRIGHT AS THOUGH IT IS THE SUN. A MOMENT OF CONFUSION STIRS BEFORE A PLANET OF SIMILAR QUALITIES OF EARTH APPEAR. THE PROBLEM OF ANOTHER SUN APPEARING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT CREATES A JUXTAPOSITION WITH ANOTHER LUMINIOUS BODY IN THE SKY. A QUESTIONABLE FLICKER FROM THE EAST GOES OUT TO THE HEAVENLY POSSIBLY LIVING BODY AND EXPLODES ON IMPACT. IT WAS A MISSLE. A SENSE OF URGENCY DEVELOPS AS THREE MORE ROCKETS ARE SENT THROUGH THE SKY. A REPLY FROM EARTH IS THE SAME, DESTRUCTION. THIS TIME THE ROCKET IS COMING TO OUR PLANET. THAT SAME FLICKER OF LIGHT IS ON ITS COURSE TO HOME AND IT'S BRINGING HURT. FRIGHT IS THE ONLY WAY TO DESCRIBE A WORLD LAYING AGAZE ON THE INCOMING SILO. IT FLYS INTO THE ATMOSPHERE WHERE ITS EXPLOSION IS YARDS AWAY. THEY SENT MORE THAN ONE I THINK TO MYSELF. EXPLOSIONS LAND CONSECUTIVELY AS THEY WERE SENT LIKE ANTS SURROUNDED BY POPCORN KERNELS IN A MICROWAVE. THE SMOKE AND FIRE SUBSIDE AS A DENSE FOG CLEARS THAT CAN ONLY BE DONE BY THE WINDS. A RED BALL LANDS ON SAID STREET SEPARATING THE WOUNDED FROM THE HORRIFIED SPECTATORS. THE ALIEN BALL ROLLS TO A STOP AND THE RED GLOWS IS FROM THE HEAT OF SOLID METAL, IT'S A MACHINE. A CHAOS LINGERS IN ITS ESSENCE. THE ROBOT UNLOADS ITS CAPABLE CATERPILLAR TRACK, THE CENTER IS A SPHERE WITH A BOTTOM RED LIGHT THAT IS RECENTERED AND RESETS ONTO THE SIGHTS IN FRONT OF IT. THE MACHINE UNLOADS A GATTLING GUN ON EACH SIDE AND BEGINS UNLOADING AMMUNITION ONTO INHABITANTS.