We're food for the aliens

There are no benevolent aliens, unless you think that the crabs we eat think we're good.

You see, we're like Bering Sea crabs to the aliens. They let our number grow, then they arrive and start harvesting us. Just like the guys on those ships, they drag us up and take us to processing in their giant space traveling food processor ships. We're stunned (if we're lucky), sliced and diced into convenient bits, and packaged into cardboard boxes for delivery. Human flesh is known for its taste throughout the universe. We're the premium stuff. We're farmed here on earth by a family dynasty who has owned the planet for aeons. We reproduce slowly, so they harvest us only rarely (in our terms). Only occasionally the pluck up a specimen or two for quality control. We know that as alien abduction.

They don't consider us sentient beings any more than we consider crabs, cattle, or pigs to be sentient. They'll just harvest us, chop us up without any empathy and eat us.

Those who worship and wait for the aliens are the truly deluded. They expect to be greeted by space brothers but they'll end up - just like the rest of us - as the main delicacy. Goddamn idiots.