This is a brief story about how this character I made up fits into the world of Generator Rex (the cartoon network summer series). It's cheesy but can't you see the plot line going in this direction? It fits that author's style. My interpretation, don't own the story line in any way... just have to say that I guess. Enjoy.

Humans are notorious for not regarding the gravity of their actions. Their obsession with the EVO's on their home planet made them neglect the possible effects of the nanobot explosion on nearby planets and other creatures of the galaxy. Should they ever look into it they might find thousands of nanobots suspended in space, just waiting to infect a host.

I am one of those hosts.

Those like me also fell to Earth, but to my knowledge none of them survived. It is for my benefit (I will acknowledge) that I am not human. Being an alien allows me to control the nanobots. I have tried fully to remove them but the effects are only temporary I'm afraid. Strangely enough the bots give me a more human appearance while humans become raging monsters upon their infection.

While I was not particularly popular on my home planet, I still miss it. There we experienced no "winter." We lived in blissful paradise provided by the warmth of our stars. I have not been able to find any parallel here on Earth. I was part of a community that knew how to love the planet and to work with it in harmony. Now those people are lost to me because of the incompetence of the human race. I will forever have to dwell on this planet without the love that I once knew to die a slow and painful death.

I remember the day of the explosion as if I relive it every time it is recalled to my memory. The pain, more than anything else, is just as strong. Just as heartbreaking.

I was visiting the single orbiting body of the Earth; the Moon is what the humans call it. The moon is well known throughout the galaxy for its awful mountains, craters, and excellent hiking. On the moon you can be completely alone; and I've always found the lack of organic life somewhat calming.

I had been sitting on a mountain ledge watching the Earth turn. The little blue planet had always been a point of interest to me; in truth it was quite unique. I grew up on legends of how it used to be inhabited by colossal creatures that simply up and vanished and even the tales of the tiny organisms fascinated me at a young age.

And then there was the explosion.

I could see it from my pleasant perch; the shock of such a massive site brought me immediately to my feet. I watched in disbelief as the velocity of the explosion disintegrated the clouds in one fell sweep. The force and building pressure formed small tears in the atmosphere that threatened to burst.

Then one did, and the contents were aimed directly at me.

I calculated that the energy would kill me. There was no time to escape. Just before it reached me I sent out a silent hope that no one else would have to suffer the same fate.

The impact threw me into space and – to my complete horror—I did not die instantly. I was caught up in the spinning vortex of the Earth's atmosphere and I expected to be thrown out into space to drift waywardly. And then for a moment there was a pause. Everything was still. I realized that the Earth was reestablishing its atmosphere, taking back all that it had released because of the explosion. Which meant the bit of atmosphere that didn't kill me was going back home.

And it was taking me with it.

I became aware of the presence of the nanobots pummeling my body to spread their infection. The shock of being carried away in the suction vanished when the pain of being infected seized my body. It was as if they were tearing me apart from the inside. I tried to scream but the words burned my throat. There were others, other travelers like myself that had gotten caught up in similar suctions. While we were nowhere near each other we were aware of one another, how we were confused and in pain because of the nanobots. We all watched in disbelief as we saw each other change. A traveler from Betelgeuse was fried to dust from the heat of the atmosphere and the reactions inside of him. A poor young girl from Saturn lost her wings and fell towards me. I held on to her with all my remaining strength as we plummeted to Earth.

I don't remember how I survived, but I do know that the others didn't. The girl and I fell in what I now know is the Amazon rainforest. The Saturn girl did not last long without her wings- all will to live died with them.

Somehow I managed to find help within the jungle. I was surprised when the tribe of humans didn't reject me. I late found out it was because I looked like them, I looked human. My once long black and traditionally plaited hair like that of my ancestors was replaced with a large unruly orange mess of massive volume. My skin that had once held the rick color of my homeland's soil was turned much paler, almost white. Even though I was as strong as a grown human, my size was decreased drastically, my muscles softened into slight curves. I was happy to find that my family marks remained on my face. The red mark of my ancestors still crisscrossed on my right eye. The tribe that found me took it as a facial tattoo but they were a bit confused since such a look was not generally worn by women.

And just like that my life changed completely. The life that I loved and the people that I knew were gone forever. I stayed in the Amazon forest and learned the ways of my new adopted family. I managed quite well for five Earth years – that is until they found me.