Chapter 1
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My name is Sarah Rosenberg. I was 15 when the aliens first invaded Earth, 16 when I enlisted in the army to fight them. By my 21st birthday the two sides had made peace, and I was the mother of a half human-half alien child. This is my story.
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I was born on May 4th 2048. I never knew my biological father, I eventually learned that my mother had been raped. Although she told me that she always wanted me, I do wonder if abortion had been legal at this point, if I would have been born. In either case, she did love me, did her best to give me a good childhood and a happy life. At times she had to work two jobs to pay the rent. I was an only child, mom preferred women and always said I was enough for her. We were jewish, but only went to temple on occasions like Chunukah and Passover. My overall childhood was normal. I mostly got B's in school, never got into serious trouble, went to the movies and Met's games with my friends. When the 2055 baseball season ended, Marcus Turner of the San Antonio Bandits had a 51 game hitting streak. The whole winter I was as excited as anyone to see whether he could break DiMaggio's 56 game streak when the new season began. He did, and extended it to 63 games before he finally went hitless against the Trenton Mud Puppies. My first year of highschool I had a few dates with boys, but no serious boyfriend. The summer of 2063 was my first since I started John Brown Highschool. Somehow I always knew that this was a summer I would look back on with nostalgia. I always thought I would get my first part time job when I was 16, the summer of 2064. As I look back on that summer, I know it wasn't perfect, but it was good. The world seemed at peace. Conflicts which had once seemed intractible, like the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, had been over for decades. There was little violent crime, even in a poor neighborhood in Brooklyn like ours, one could walk the streets safely at night. I didn't experience much anti-semetism like my mother and grandmother had. In 2061 president Duric and Congress granted assylum to Maldavian refugees, whose whom country had literally been sinking into the ocean. I was proud that my country had done this humanitarian act, I was considering joining a humanitarian group to assist these displaced persons when I turned 18. This is not to say that things were perfect. There were reports in the news of women raping other women, the way the media portrayed them you'd think every lesbian was a rapist, which greatly offended women like my mother. And ofcourse, even with a reduction in violent crime, the news highlighted gangs who shot each other in the streets and supported illegal abortions. The gang activity was also greatly exxagerated, it sold advertising space. And while the majority of americans supported assylum, groups like the Knights of Labor loudly protested this, and there were a number of incidents of them attacking Maldavian refugees. At the time I was naive enough to believe it would all die down soon, and I was willing to do my part to fight racism. I thought I would look back nostalgically at the summer of 2063, merely because it would be my last summer before I got a job. Then, on Wednesday August 1st, we got an answer to an ancient question. Since ancient times humans had wondered if there was life on other planets. We learned that the answer was "No."