Fall Of Humankind

The night was cold and cliched. Rain came down on this backwater town in
the middle of nowhere, but no one cared because it wasn't Halloween. Not
really. Not in this town where the only 'holidays' are Christmas and
Easter. Not in this town where pumpkins are only used for pies, not
carving. But still it's a nice town, with no crime, no drugs, no gangs.
Still some children were out trick-or-treating, for what it was worth, a
few candy bars, some pennies, nickels and dimes. I can hear their
voices, see their costumes, their young innocent faces. They couldn't
have known the Martians would invade that night. They were captured,
held for ransom. The town paid, giving the Martians their only natural
resource. Gold. All 500 pounds of it.
  The Martians then took over the planet with no resistance.
  The Martians ended war, crime, hunger, and all other problems. Except
one. Greed. Even the Martians couldn't stop people from wanting more
than the next person. They did try to stop it by giving everyone the
same stuff, but to no avail. As one Martian writer put it in their
equivalent of Time Magazine: "Terrans are greedy even to the point of
taking their neighbour's cow so they can have more milk. This is why all
the Terran governments always had so many problems. Every country,
state, county, and city wanted more than their neighbour. Aside from
religious conflicts, this greed is their greatest downfall."
                      The Martian was right.

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