[Full dark alien groove already playing] [Female spoken journal — natural, restrained, over the beat] Journal entry. Day twelve. They're taking them now. Not killing them. Taking them. [Instrumental] [Deep driving bassline] [Cold synth riff] [Crystalline signals move across the stereo field] [Electronic drums build] [Female spoken journal — integrated over the groove] The smaller ships come down after dark. A light moves across the street and the infected stop. Completely still. Then they rise. One after another. Hundreds of them pulled into the ships. [Instrumental] [Abduction field sweeps upward] [Alien scanning pulses] [Gliding bassline changes pattern] [Crystalline arpeggio develops] [Heavy electronic groove continues] [Female spoken journal] I don't understand why. Maybe they're studying the infection. Maybe they don't know what it does yet. [Instrumental] [Longer musical section] [Alien melody develops] [Deep bass riff] [Percussion switches] [Hovering spacecraft resonance crosses the stereo field] [Female spoken journal] One of the ships came back tonight. But something was different. It wasn't moving smoothly. It kept drifting. Stopping. Correcting itself. [Damaged transmission enters rhythmically] [Instrumental] [Alien groove becomes unstable] [Crystalline pattern begins warping] [Bassline darkens] [Percussion becomes irregular] [Female spoken journal] Then I heard something over the radio. Usually it's just tones. Patterns. Signals I don't understand. Tonight... there was screaming. [Instrumental drops to bass and damaged signal] Not human screaming. [Instrumental] [Full groove returns darker] [Distorted alien transmission] [Descending spacecraft signal] [Distant impact] [Female spoken journal — quiet] The ship disappeared behind the buildings. A few minutes later... something fell from the sky. [Instrumental continues] [Recorder clicks off]
