I love when when creepy humans get outed as aliens in films,
There’s a little chap piloting a sophisticated human mech.
They always die too; might be our atmosphere.
I like to think they die of embarrassment having been found out.
Discovered to death,
Found…dead,
I wonder if there is a little pilot in my head,
Twisting knobs, or steering.
Pilot-y things.
Maybe, someone pilots him.
We crack open his fragile, eggshell skull.
Only to find…a tinier guy.
Roughly tic-tac sized,
and in him?
Has a speck of a pilot been located?
Or merely speculated?
Surely a failing of human eyes.
It would beg loads of questions technology-wise.
How small the rabbit hole goes can be debated,
at least I know the biggest size,