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.Maybe 5000 people died, mainly trampled underfoot by the aliens or crushed in the crowd.Somewhere between 350 and 400 human beings were gobbled by the aliens.Apparently that stoop-and-swallow thing is something they do when they're nervous.If there's anything edible within reach, they'll gulp it in.This soothes them.We made them very nervous; they did a lot of gulping.Among the casualties was Tim, the second day of the violence.He went down valiantly in the defense of the Guggenheim Museum, which came under attack by five of the biggies.Its spiral shape held some ineffable appeal for them.We couldn't tell whether they wanted to worship it or mate with it or just knock it to pieces, but they kept on charging and charging, rushing up to it and slamming against it.Tim was trying to hold them off with nothing more than tear-gas and blooglehorns when he was swallowed.Never flinched, just stood there and let it happen.The president had ordered the guardsmen not to use lethal weapons.Maranta was bitter about that."If only they had let them use grenades," she said.I tried to imagine what it was like, gulped down and digested, nifty tan uniform and all.A credit to his regiment.It was his atonement, I guess.He was back there in the Gary Cooper movie again, gladly paying the price for dereliction of duty.Tuesday afternoon the rampage came to an unexpected end.The behemoths suddenly started keeling over, and within a few hours they were all dead.Some said it was the heat -- it was up in the 90's all day Monday and Tuesday -- and some said it was the excitement.A Rockefeller University biologist thought it was both those factors plus severe indigestion: the aliens had eaten an average of ten humans apiece, which might have overloaded their systems.There was no chance for autopsies.Some enzyme in the huge bodies set to work immediately on death, dissolving flesh and bone and skin and all into a sticky yellow mess.By nightfall nothing was left of them but some stains on the pavement, uptown and down.A sad business, I thought.Not even a skeleton for the museum, memento of this momentous time.The poor monsters.Was I the only one who felt sorry for them? Quite possibly I was.I make no apologies for that.I feel what I feel.All this time the other aliens, the little shimmery spooky ones, had stayed holed up in Central Park, preoccupied with their incomprehensible research.They didn't even seem to notice that their behemoths had strayed.But now they became agitated.For two or three days they bustled about like worried penguins, dismantling their instruments and packing them aboard their ship; and then they took apart the other ship, the one that had carried the behemoths, and loaded that aboard.Perhaps they felt demoralized.As the Carthaginians who had invaded Rome did, after their elephants died.On a sizzling June afternoon the alien ship took off.Not for its home world, not right away.It swooped into the sky and came down on Fire Island: at Cherry Grove, to be precise.The aliens took possession of the beach, set up their instruments around their ship, and even ventured into the water, skimming and bobbing just above the surface of the waves like demented surfers.After five or six days they moved on to one of the Hamptons and did the same thing, and then to Martha's Vineyard.Maybe they just wanted a vacation, after three weeks in New York.And then they went away altogether."You've been having an affair with Maranta, haven't you?" Elaine asked me, the day the aliens left."I won't deny it.""That night you came in so late, with wine on your breath.You were with her, weren't you?""No," I said."I was with Tim.He and I sneaked into the park and looked at the aliens.""Sure you did," Elaine said.She filed for divorce and a year later I married Maranta.Very likely that would have happened sooner or later even if the Earth hadn't been invaded by beings from space and Tim hadn't been devoured.But no question that the invasion speeded things up a bit for us all.And now, of course, the invaders are back.Four years to the day from the first landing and there they were, pop whoosh ping thunk, Central Park again.Three ships this time, one of spooks, one of behemoths, and the third one carrying the prisoners of war.Who could ever forget that scene, when the hatch opened and some 350 to 400 human beings came out, marching like zombies? Along with the bison herd, half a dozen squirrels, and three dogs.They hadn't been eaten and digested at all, just collected inside the behemoths and instantaneously transmitted somehow to the home world, where they were studied
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