Preword

'For many centuries I have stood here, watching and evaluating this 'evolution' you claim to be creating. Yet I stand here and I see no evolution. I see no breakthroughs, I see no true identity to what Mankind, claims to be achieving. I stand here now, watching, refusing to break my oath to involve myself in the affairs of the humans. But I still stand here, battered by the aging winds and weather, watching the mortal race. I still have yet to see this evolution idea, only death, chaos, an everlasting realm of destruction.'

'For hundreds of years, the mortal race has thrived, forgetting it's true origins, years ago, when time was still thought as to be endless and the Earth was well with abundant life and young in age. The mortal race forgot that era. That era where the powers of Nature, the gifts of understanding where passed down into the outstretched hands of the mortals, told to embrace it and accept this power and use it wisely, to help evolution. The era where I was born into Darkness, the era of the shadows where mortality first encountered me, and learnt to first fear me then hate me.'

'I still stand tall, evasive of the numerous accounts that mortality had to try and destroy me, my race, my family. I survived these attacks... My family did not. I watched them all suffer, tormented restless deaths. The agonizing feeling of loss, no mortal will ever know. Not an ordinary feeling of loss, an eternal loss, for I have lived for too many years and to love for such a long time... But then again, their deaths helped me to find my destiny, if you could call them deaths. I can not die. If I could die as easily as 'mortality' could, I would of died eons ago, when I held that blade to my neck, tearing roughly as I wept for the loss of my lover. But I can not die. I can not and will not, as I have a new sworn oath to watch mortality, to wait patiently. Yes, I am patient, as I have practiced, waiting for centuries with a severe hunger that drives me further and further into a corrupted loathe against Mortality. Yes, I may pity mortality, I may even embrace it and drown it in my own dark realm of hidden sorrow, but I will never allow myself to love mortality. Never again. I learnt my lesson the first time.'

'The era I came from, the ages of the shadows, the darkness from whence I was thrust into the light, known as 'mortalities' day, was the same era mortality was truly gifted with the power of evolution. For a few years it did evolve. Until electricity, atoms, radiation... The elements of destruction were discovered. It was harnessed and because of that, mankind stopped evolution and took a step from the path it was supposed to take, strayed from the path of it's own destiny and corrupted Earth, raking her of her precious resources with no regret, no moment of thought... Earth was stripped bare of the elements she had spent so long to produce for the balance of the ecosystem. Mortality morphed slowly, turning into the plague that bore into the surface of the Earth, constructing cement jungles they called cities. their evolution was not of the gift of knowledge of the natural arts that had been gifted to them, but was now... I dare not speak it. It is so harsh, so unforgiving on my poor tongue.'

'I pity the human race. I pity this 'idea' of evolution, of relying on artificial intelligence, of computers, of robotic engineering, of syringes and drugs, to exist. I pity it's undisputable dependence on artificiality and it's lack of ability to stand out. I pity the sadness and ever hung depression that stalk the human race. I pity them so. For this form of Evolution, this idea they cemented in their own brains, was what destroyed them...'

'You ask me now, what I mean? Incompetence... But I expect little more from a mortal. I know of this planet's destruction, I know of mankind's inevitable annihilation. I know these things as I saw it arrive on this planet, 4 years on this eve. Yes, I saw it arrive. I saw it come in it's technological craft, sculpted by mortalities hands, another of it's so called 'reliable' objects of technology. Another craft that will only add to the destruction and complete inhalation of mankind... Yes.... I saw it arrive, in the shape of a larval bug from the pits of hell. Only I knew of it's energy that resided within it... It was not created from Hell, not the Hell I know anyway. It was created neither from the hands of heavens' angels. It was crafted by man, by mortality. Mortality, in it's own naive appreciation had created it's own destruction...'

'And that's why I stand here, watching the cities rise and pry it's open hands of cement to the sky, whilst below me, the destruction of mankind, that I have harbored since it's arrival, fending of mortality and the likes of it's corrupted innocence as I lay in wait, in eager anticipation for it's arrival. For it's glorious arrival, where I can watch, from a distance, perhaps, but I can watch it do a bidding I was forbidden to do, although it remains, my deep dark sacred desire. To destroy all chances of mankind corrupting and betraying Earth and the other planets its likes would spread to and plague. For that is all mankind is... A plague...'

'The creature I watched arrive, is this planets curse and cure at the same time... I long to see it arrive... I have a feeling... Not too much longer now...'