Susan and her father sat at a park bench beside an industrial plant's billowing smokestacks.

"Is it true, Father, they aren't like us?" Susan pointed toward the sky.

"The Martians?"

She nodded.

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"They're from Earth … but they’ve got weird ways."

"Like how?"

"It's difficult to explain, but they empowered their AI, and now it runs their lives, but here on Earth, humans are in charge …"

"And that's better?"

"Of course it is. 'Freedom ...'"

"But my teacher said the Martians are ecologists, colonizing the solar system."

"Your teacher, huh? Is she an anti-Earther? I'll talk with your principal."