Four o’clock was the hour they had awaited. It was the time everything would end. As the hour approached, there was panic as people tried all sorts of ways to stop the inevitable.
Some dug shelters, stocked them with food hoping to survive years on tins of baked beans and spaghetti.
Some congregated in churches, joining in continuous prayer, hoping a miracle would arrive to save them.
Some believed it was all a hoax and took to stealing what they could believing there would be no change, and they would be the beneficiaries of people’s stupidity.
At three minutes to four, the clock stopped. Four o’clock never arrived. People held their collective breathes anticipating the end.
As the hour passed, people breathed a sigh of relief. Nothing happened, life would go on. The streets quickly filled with joyous folk celebrating.
At five minutes passed the hour there was an announcement. “Sorry about the delay, late lunch, got caught up with things. Don’t worry, you won’t feel a thing.”
And with that life came to an end.
“Thought they’d put up more of a fight,” said the head alien, “but progress is progress, and they’d served their purpose.”
Morpethroad 
It’s really so amazing! Especially the last line where you put the twist…!
Well, I am an alien too, but I won’t be like that 😃
Nice to meet you, I am Dragon Warrior from planet Cygnet.🌸😃
We all come from somewhere, look forward to reading more of your alien words… 🙂
Love the twist at the end. Totally unexpected
Thanks Sadje, glad to have surprised you.
You’re welcome Michael
Brilliant. A magnificent challenge to Hitchhikers Guide … 🙂
Funny how some stories stay with you isn’t it. Intergalactic highways and all that.
Yea. 42.
Loved the twist. If we were so easily gotten rid of, I wonder what purpose we had completed? I will await next week. Thanks for participating this week.
Thanks Roger.