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The Puffballs, in turn, did nothing. They simply existed. They slept in sunbeams. They batted at dust motes. And they multiplied. The collapse of human civilization was not loud. It was soft. It was gentle. It was announced by the sound of a million people simultaneously saying, “Awww.”

Mrs. Albright blinked back.

Perhaps the only purpose of the invasion was this: to remind us that some things are worth surrendering to. That resistance is not always strength. That the most powerful force in the universe is not a bomb or a virus or a black hole. Cute Invaders

Every Puffball was engineered to trigger a specific, unstoppable chain reaction in the human brain. Their body proportions—oversized heads, tiny limbs, round torsos—mimicked human infants to a devastating degree. Their scent was a complex pheromonal cocktail of fresh bread, lavender, and the specific static-electricity smell of a beloved old blanket. Their vocalizations were subsonic frequencies calibrated to lower blood pressure and release oxytocin. The Puffballs, in turn, did nothing

The military was the first to officially surrender, though the declaration was less a treaty and more a viral video of a gunnery sergeant weeping tears of joy as a Puffball nuzzled his boot. They batted at dust motes

Their biology was their battlefield.