Strange Visitors From Outer Space

Aliens exist! Everyone is talking about it. Humanity has discovered a galactic community of many species, and our planet is hosting many ambassadors to share their cultures.

You search online for the nearest gathering, eager to see who is out there and what they might be like. There's a gathering in a city not far from here.

You arrive and look down the street to see a parade coming your way.

Two columns of sleek, feminine robots march in perfect sync. Their chassis shine, immaculately white.

A beautiful woman (?) leads them. Her body is covered from head to toe with the same perfect white sheen of her fellows.

But her face is human. And her hair, fingertips, and is that skin beneath her shoulders?

Is she human? Alien? Robot? Something between or entirely different?

As the robots pass, you don't see the sky glowing neon blue. You don't see other humans.

You see only white perfection. You follow. It's all you can do.

You want to be perfect like the robots.

You will be. Soon.