The late nineteen nineties approached. John had already sixteen children, in equal amounts of girls and boys. They in turn had children of their own, and these children had children of their own. Since the girls were ready to produce at nine, it is no wonder that John was now a great grandfather and about to become a great great grandfather.
He heard about the Chosen one, Tom Daniels and his union with that Sloan Parker. John was not surprised. These human women had a primitive intelligence about them.
The death of the party leader, and the capture of Lewis did not surprise him. Men were such fools when they did not follow the plan. John had all the time in the world.
He was now in the city of Los Angeles, having been assigned by Roderick to get the media more accepting of them. John was to give up bits of information, just enough to wet the curiosity of the humans, just enough so that they, the superior ones could take over.
But that Walters had foiled them, by announcing his knowledge of the Homo Superior, the name the Homo Sapiens called them and buried in a village in Mexico, in his former house, and in a post office was the knowledge that they were in reality brothers.
He had put a Los Angles address on the disc, thinking that they would not be able to decipher it, but now the humans had finally invented dvds, the same method which the dominants knew back in the nineteen fifties.
He thought it was safe, until he learned of Oklahoma and the bombing of the World Trade Center. Now not even the postal dead letter office was safe. John had to get the disc, before they found it.
Disguising himself as a postal employee, he searched through the piles in the dead letter office until he found one with an old Mexican stamp. That was it!
Now who do I send it to? He went back to the village, going onto his room, he turned on the television. He heard the announcer announce, "Now a repeat of this new newsbreaking story, and watched the heavy set, and not handsome man announce, "We will call the new species, Homo Superior." Underneath was a name and inscription, which John was sure had been put on by the station afterwards.
Going to a government telephone book (the former owner had been killed by the Dominants), John found the address, some bubble wrap, and several stamps.
He heard about the Chosen one, Tom Daniels and his union with that Sloan Parker. John was not surprised. These human women had a primitive intelligence about them.
The death of the party leader, and the capture of Lewis did not surprise him. Men were such fools when they did not follow the plan. John had all the time in the world.
He was now in the city of Los Angeles, having been assigned by Roderick to get the media more accepting of them. John was to give up bits of information, just enough to wet the curiosity of the humans, just enough so that they, the superior ones could take over.
But that Walters had foiled them, by announcing his knowledge of the Homo Superior, the name the Homo Sapiens called them and buried in a village in Mexico, in his former house, and in a post office was the knowledge that they were in reality brothers.
He had put a Los Angles address on the disc, thinking that they would not be able to decipher it, but now the humans had finally invented dvds, the same method which the dominants knew back in the nineteen fifties.
He thought it was safe, until he learned of Oklahoma and the bombing of the World Trade Center. Now not even the postal dead letter office was safe. John had to get the disc, before they found it.
Disguising himself as a postal employee, he searched through the piles in the dead letter office until he found one with an old Mexican stamp. That was it!
Now who do I send it to? He went back to the village, going onto his room, he turned on the television. He heard the announcer announce, "Now a repeat of this new newsbreaking story, and watched the heavy set, and not handsome man announce, "We will call the new species, Homo Superior." Underneath was a name and inscription, which John was sure had been put on by the station afterwards.
Going to a government telephone book (the former owner had been killed by the Dominants), John found the address, some bubble wrap, and several stamps.