Panstwo by Bobko:
My contribution, part two:
In one of those houses, seated on a wooden chair on the porch, an older man sipped hot tea from a glass. His hair was now white, and his face weathered by time, but the youthful intensity of his piercing eyes belied his age.
He rested his gaze on the trash in front of his home-a familiar sight that calmed his thoughts and filled him with a wave of nostalgia.
A low but persistent hum caught his attention. A swarm of objects filled the airspace above the village, drones of all kinds probing, testing, scanning, and spying on every inch and nook, ensuring that no hidden place could escape their artificial inquisitiveness.
Down the trail, a cavalcade of vehicles approached the village faster than seemed possible on the dirt road. They were dark and alien-an unwanted harbinger of civilization.
I will continue if people are interested; if not, that's all.