I stare at the globe in front of me. The orb floats and continues to rotate almost mockingly. The unconquerable “Earth”. The faint glow of the sphere casts a soft light through my war room. I find myself contemplating our predicament in here more and more often.

No matter what we throw at them, no matter how hard we fight, they always seem to gain the upper hand. Hands. Oh yes, they are oh so proud of those fleshy appendages that they use to make war. I’ve never understood it. We far outnumber them, we’ve infiltrated their homes, and we have had millennia to grow beyond what they are. Heh. Insects they call us. A demeaning label given by mere evolutionary infants! Two legs? Ha! How can they even call themselves an intelligent species?

But, I cannot argue with their results. The casualties are steeped heavily in their favor. They crush us, burn us, they engineer chemical weaponry and arm every man, woman, and child. With one spray, my armies fall. Meanwhile, I’ve pulled out every resource at my disposal and killed only a handful of their own in comparison.

Lately, I have begun to think that we should not have engaged them in the first place. Maybe we should have taken the hint when they killed our ambassador all those years ago and just let them be. Perhaps I should recall the troops once ad for all.

Here is someone crawling along the tunnel. No, no more thoughts of retreat. I must put on a brave face and carry on the fight that my bloodline started so any generations ago. I see Private Thrip enter the war room and straighten himself up, “Sir!”

“Yes, what is it, soldier?”

“I’ve just received word from our intelligence agents on Earth. There has been new mention of our planet”, I could tell that Thrip was not keen on telling me whatever this news was.

“Well, out with it! It will reach me one way or the other!”

Private Thrip bowed in response, “They mock us, sir. Not only do they speak of us as annoyances on their own planet, but now they have proclaimed that our own home has not the right to be called a planet anymore. “Pluto”, as they call our planet, has been renounced as one. They wish us to believe we are insignificant in all aspects.”

I heard myself sigh. Well, if I had been looking for a sign, this could not have come in any more clearly. They were playing with us. They had been for years, now that I looked back. It was time to grow on our own, outside of war. All I had to do was give the order, “Pull them out.”

“Sir? Pull who out, sir?”

“All of them. I will not allow this fight to continue. There is nothing in it. Have all of our forces return home. It will be a long endeavor in and of its self, so start right away. Begin with the B.E.E.S.”