To put a Twilight Zone or Outer Limits slant to it: The final ships sound their horns and lift off. With all of the alien's newly acquired livestock/slave labor safely restrained; the signal is sent to a ship parked just outside our solar system to switch its holographic generator off. The purple hue gives way to cool moonlight cast across the beach. The scene fades from

the couple's astonished faces to a classically designed room with a lit fire place glowing against the fine wood embellishments of a study lined with old books. Against the crackling of burning logs a shadowed figure raises a bubbly champagne filled glass and pierces the relative silence. "A toast! Here's to a fresh infusion of technology and a population size far more

manageable. What a fine punctuation to decades of negotiation! It was a very reasonable transaction." Comfortable in a decadently upholstered chair another takes a sip and contemplates. "Yes, more manageable, but willing to die. There will surely be outrage." "Ah yes, but the outrage is always desired. Its the sweet chorus of confusion and anger we wait

for before we provide a solution. The outrage will eventually give way to their pride of staying behind. We'll see to that. And when it does, we'll be ready to 'protect' them and insure such an unfortunate deception never happens again.......as we always have." Scene fades out to light laughter.