Authoress's Note: Hi, guys! This is what Animorphs #10: The Android would be like if Erek had written it. Erek, do you want to tell them about it?

Erek: Hi, everyone. You know, does it really seem fair to you that I never got to write an Animorphs book? I mean, I saved the Animorphs' lives on countless occasions, I provided them with the information they needed to win the war, if it wasn't for me Earth would have fallen to the Yeerks long ago, I was in most of the books, I even came with them on some of their missions. You might say, "Well, the series is called Animorphs, so the Animorphs should be narrating them." But, technically, Ax isn't an Animorph, either. It always says, "The Animorphs and Ax." Plus, there were the Hork-Bajir Chronicles, the Ellimist Chronicles, the Andalite Chronicles, and Visser! I think my 14,363-year-life story would be WAY more interesting than any of those. I mean, Visser One gets her own novel all about her, but I don't even get to narrate one little Animorphs book? Does that seem fair to you? She's a villain! She's evil! She--

Sky: Erek, calm down. Just tell them about your story.

Erek: Okay. So, K. A. Applegate is obviously a racist, and thinks androids shouldn't write books. You know, I bet it was her idea to have droids be sold as slaves in Star Wars, too. That's the only thing I don't like about Star Wars. I mean--

Sky: Erek.

Erek: Okay, okay, I'm getting to the point. So since K. A. Applegate wouldn't publish my book, I decided to find someone who would. Only apparently, it can't be published as an Animorphs book unless it's under K. A. Applegate's name. But then I found an author who--

Sky: Me!

Erek: --who could help me put it on fanfiction dot net. Which is basically like being published anyways, because once it's on the Internet, anyone in the whole world can see it.

Sky: So, everyone, this is Erek's first book, and he would really appreciate it if you would tell him what you liked about it, and also tell him what you think could be improved. But give constructive criticism, please don't be rude.

Erek: Yeah. No flaming, or I'll consider you to be a racist, and then when robots take over the world (non-violently, of course) you'll be one of our slaves, along with K. A. Applegate!

Sky: ...

Erek: Oh, come on, I was just kidding!

Chee Chronicles: My Name Is Erek

Chapter One: This Is Me

(Erek's POV)

My name is Erek.

Hah! Finally. For so long, I have wanted to say that. When my friends, the Animorphs, began writing the books and telling their stories, only the six of them narrated. Jake, Cassie, Marco, Rachel, Tobias, and Ax. Just them. Did they ever once ask me to narrate one? Nooo, of course not. Typical.

But I'm getting off track here. Like I said earlier, my name is Erek. If you've read the Animorphs books, then you already know who I am. If you haven't read them, then I'll tell you.

I am an android. Part of an android race called the Chee. We were created by the Pemalites, a peaceful species that loved games and jokes and laughter. We were their friends.

Yes, life was good on Pema. Until that fateful day that changed my life forever.

One day, the Howlers came. They were as completely opposite from the Pemalites as it was possible to get. All they wanted was to destroy. Basically, the Howlers' goal in life is to kill and kill and kill until there is nothing left to kill. Then they go and find something else to kill.

Yes, the Howlers attacked us. Most of the Pemalites and most of the Chee died that day. I watched Leikisha, the Pemalite who created me and was like a mother to me, suddenly incinerate and vanish as the Howlers' weapons blasted her from existence. Just like that. Gone.

I heard Leikisha's young daughter, KaiKai, screaming, "No! No! Mama! MAMA! Nooo!" in a horrifying wail of raw shock and terror. I watched as the city where I had been born and lived my whole life up to that point burst and crumbled and went up into flames.

And through all that, I was helpless to do anything. You see, all of us Chee were programmed to be nonviolent. We cannot harm another living thing. So we could do nothing as our world was destroyed.

I often wondered, later, what might have happened if it weren't for our programming. I wasn't so sure nonviolence was a good thing. It wasn't until much, much later that I learned—the hard way—what a very good thing my programming was and what I would be without it.

Anyways, only a few hundred Pemalites and a few hundred Chee were able to escape, on a single spaceship. Almost my whole family—or, should I say, the Pemalites who were like a family to me—almost all of them died that day. Leikisha, her husband Nochem, and three of their four children: Pailaa, Tato, and Jomee. The only one left was KaiKai.

And later, we realized that the Howlers had infected the Pemalites with a disease. A horrible disease with no name and no cure. I watched KaiKai, lying there, weak, frail, coughing up blood, too weak to scream any longer, so all she could manage was a faint whisper, "Mama, Mama," as tears ran down her face.

This is the stuff my nightmares are made of.

We landed on a planet called Earth. Your planet. We melded the essence of the Pemalites with wolves. And from that union, dogs were born. The Pemalites were dead, but we could keep some part of them alive somehow.

And ever since then, we Chee have passed as humans. We each project a hologram around ourselves so that we appear to be human beings. Our holograms age, "die," then begin again.

It's been going on for a long time. I remember when mammoths and saber-toothed-tigers walked the Earth 14,000 years ago. I helped to build the great pyramids. I lived in a country that was ravaged by Attila the Hun. I saw the very first performance of Shakespeare's Hamlet. I was Catherine the Great's hairdresser, Beethoven's valet, and Franklin Delano Roosevelt's butler.

But I've also been ordinary people. Maybe ordinary people just like you. In many ways, I'm very different than you are. But not as different as you might think.

My name is Erek. And this is the story of the invasion—my way.