Some of them are accepted and some are spurned, but we can't work out the criteria for acceptance. They send back some of our brightest, most successful citizens. It's as if they don't understand us at all. It's hard to keep trying to live normal lives, because we know the aliens can step in and take anything they want, whenever they wish. We are no longer masters of our own destiny.
Depression becomes the norm as our people struggle to find meaning for existence.
And then comes something so terrible that none of us had even considered it. The aliens enter all our enclaves and collect all the children under ten years old. We're told, through interpreters, that they will be cared for and brought up to be worthwhile adults, but we cry and we plead and we beg for our children. They take them. Reports come back to us from our people who live in the alien cities.