For the time that M had been in Somalia, it had been listening. M was listening to things on opposing corners of the earth, but it was listening to this country in particular. This country that no one seemed to pay attention to. Full of rapists, robbers, thieves and bandits. Not that good people didn't exist. Just they either became rapists, murderers, thieves and bandits, or they became the raped, murdered, robbed or plundered....
The GPD of Somalia was 900 Million in U.S Dollars, compared to say, America's 16.8 Trillion dollars. It showed no sign of improvement. Simply only poverty and war throughout the country. One may think that perhaps charity would be the solution. To simply give them money or resources wouldn't solve all their problems. Though it would make things better...until it all dropped back into poverty again. No. They needed something different.
M's take over of Somalia seemed to be something of an alien attack to the populace. Nobody knew what was happening. It simply seemed to be entire cities being blanketed in grey . Entire battlefields being cleared. No witnesses to escape and no one able to get near the places M had gotten to. Simply people disappearing. People in Somalia were afraid, and fear increased when a week later an anonymous tip, came in that the next target was Mogadishu.
Rebels had prepared, as did much of the militia. But, what military was ever prepared for an alien attack. A few...but not them.
The skies seem to grey, and the sea seems to turn a black. for 1 mile out upon the surface. Everything was silent for a few moments. As men looked around, and attempted to prepare, but where helpless to fight what came next.
Black U-Fog, quadrilllions and quadrillions of tiny machines, erupt from the ocean. Like a giant black wave. At least 200 stories high, it threaten to crush the city, but as it loomed over it, it turned into mist, then descended. People ran, but had no place to run. There was yelling and panic. A few moments of video streaming out as people are encased in seemingly statues and then hauled off. Floating into the air elsewhere.
Any footage cuts off. Signals are intercepted and blocked.
The city of Mogadishu, enshrouded now in a fog as people try to escape. Said fog has slowed down significantly as it gone further from it's power source. Only able to muster speeds of 30 miles per hour. Slowly but surely, the city is taken. Outside the city, walking drones began to appear to capture the citizens....
M looks out from a rooftop. Looking up at the sky. It detects electromagnetic interference from a storm, it disrupts M's control, or well...more so hinders it. As it begins to rain. As if this was not meant to be, maybe an act of something greater....or of someone who appeared to be of note.
Still, this did nothing to halt the immortal machine's progress. Merely slow it's ensnarement of this city down. M jumps into a pool of black liquid that takes up much of the cities streets and disappears seemingly. into the cities blocked off sewers. As the fog can no longer effectively assume mist form due to high winds and EM interference from the storm.
Drones patrolled outside the city and the streets now. Water dripping off their cold synthetic frames....