In a hidden village in Mexico, a boy went inside his room, taking a sheet of paper from inside a small box hidden inside a pile of coats. He looked at the symbols, words, and numbers; his quick mind deciphering between message and code.
Earlier that evening, his father and his mother had driven off with his new sister, hoping to save her life so she would not die on the order of the dominant council. It was intelligent of me, thought John, to make a copy of the contents of the envelope.
Soon his father and Lupe would return. John had not much time. Telling the younger children to stay and be quiet, he put the paper in his pocket, and left out to the darkness..
He kept to the shadows until he reached an abandoned house, climbing down the steps to the cellar. The former occupants now lived in the outside, entering places of business, assimilating in the weak human society. They were the forerunners, those who would placate mankind with their scientific, business, and military knowledge.
After that would come the assassins who would mask themselves as serial killers. Later, the majority of the Dominants would destroy the village, leaving the pillar behind for who would be alive to read it.
This, however, would not be yet. They still had to train the Chosen those who would rule the survivors, and the Chosen had to be able to not let family nor friends get in their way. Perhaps the weak baby would be better off outside.
At last, he opened a small door, and found a cellar. Inside it were dusty bottles of wine, old books, and a round metallic box. On opening it, he found a film. Now all was needed was a movie projector.
This meant he had to go to the nearest town and get one. His father had been smart. Most of the electronics in the village were ultra modern. This film was too valuable.
He could not return home, that is, until he found out what it was.