 Why did the beings come to Earth?
There should be an epitaph for every man, big or little, but a really grand and special one for Loner Charlie. [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Planet Stories Fall 1954. A year ago she had been unattainable, a face to conjure with in erotic dreams, far beyond his ken. Meanings and answers to his questions slithered out of his reach. He touched buttons by the edge of the bed and the illumination quieted to a soft glow, wrapping her in a radiant halo. New York lay quietly below him. It was the hour of indecision when day has not quite made up its mind to leave and night has not yet attacked in force. Some of the billboards were shining, their relays activated by darkness-sensitized solenoids. She would have given herself to any man— His thoughts beat a rapid crescendo, activating emotions, stimulating sensations of angry rage. To any man, WHO HAPPENED TO BE THE LAST MAN ON EARTH! In spite of the sharp pain that raced through his system, in spite of the bright, warm, red stream that trickled down his face, he knelt by the window for several minutes. " Buildings were taller, men were healthier, most of the problems of humanity seemed licked, or nearly so. It was a time of free power, each small unit of population, each section of town operating on perpetual, ever-lasting, automatic atomic piles.
 it was the next planet for them to destroy
 it was the next planet for them to destroy  they wanted all of Earth's resources  they wanted to take over Earth  they were curious about Earth's creatures