Three years.
Three years it would take.
Based on the fact if he keeps his promise.
But even far from a man, Christopher Johnson was more human than anyone he had known for a long time.
And know he was gone.
For three years.
Three fooking years.
And so based on the fact that Christopher was more human than the war obsessed MNU soldiers, he would indeed keep his promise to return.
There was no doubted about that.
But three years?
Just months ago Wikus was a normal healthy human man, living with his wife, an angel, with a steady job and good pay. What any man could wish for. And now it was gone.
Now Wikus was the every thing that he hated.
That he despised.
That he had worked for to destroy.
And his only hope was a signal Prawn by the name of Christopher Johnson.
But Christopher would pull through.
He had to.
For the sake of his people, his race, and for the sake of Wikus.
If anyone could do it Christopher could, because after all he was more human than the rest of us.
Because he was smart, cunning, and caring. All the things Wikus wish he could be.
Christopher WILL come back.
He WILL cure him.
He WILL save us all.
In three fooking years…