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Marco
After a while, fame does get boring. I mean, it's the same people asking for your autograph. I told them to go bug that Ronnie guy. It worked: somebody blabbed something and now everybody knows he's getting married to that Hork-Bajir, Toby Hamee.
But it was serious. Now that I finally had my mom alive and back with me, it was being ruined by the paparazzi. And Hummer limos get boring if you have a chauffeur drive instead of you. The others weren't very fond of it, either. Jake and Cassie got annoyed when people intruded on their chats. Ax didn't have a clue what the press was doing, and Tobias was still feeling guilty about not being able to do "enough".
I was lying on my couch, watching our movie on a big-screen TV when I got the idea. I called up Jake, and our conversation went something like this.
"Hello?"
"Hi, it's me."
"Oh, hi."
"I have an idea."
"Really?"
You know, deep stuff like that. So eventually we got to me saying, "What if we could make people believe that we were normal and that it had been others who had fought off the Yeerks?"
"We couldn't."
"What if somebody else announced it for us?"
"Who would do that? Everybody loves us, and nobody would want to bring us down."
"You mean there's no one out there in the world who hates our guts?"
"Besides our Visser friend, no."
"Actually, I think there is..."
So that's how I wound up on a live newsbroadcast, but actually, I wasn't the one being broadcasted.
>My name is David.
There are 576 ways of rat suicide, and I have attempted all of them.
As you have guessed, I failed. It's difficult when you're a human in the body of a rat. Yes, I'm a nothlit. Yes, it was due to the Yeerks. No, you don't know the whole story. You don't even know half of it.
The first Yeerks to invade earth came here about 10 years ago, after capturing an Andalite ship. The Andalites on that ship were all dead, but the Yeerks were able to get the morphing technology. This led them to infest five kids, who you of course know as the Animorphs, and give them the morphing capabilities. Then some more Yeerks showed up-Visser Three and his minions-and they wanted the planet for themselves. So a pointless war resulted, and I got trapped in the body of a rat. Which is really annoying.
Anyhow, the Visser lost, but the first group of Yeerks didn't have their heads screwed on too tight when they ordered the destruction of the Kandrona rays. This led them to starve to a horrible and painful death. The Animorphs, meanwhile, had to suffer through all this as well. By the time it was through, they were free, but unable to remember anything since before the infestation. Jake, Cassie, and Marco are still around somewhere. My advice? Be nice to them and don't remind them of everything. Although they do have a little amnesia, they're all right.
I'll be around for interviews in about fifteen minutes.>
David went backstage to where we were. >Okay. The cheese.>
I threw some cheese down at him.
>On a platter. That's what the contract said. I memorized your stupid story and recited it word for word. Platter.>
I groaned, but Cassie said, "He is right." So about five minutes later, out she comes with a platter.
After some nibbling, he asked Ax, >So your scientists are in the intermediate stages of reversing nothlits and you don't bring me the information?>
>It was the intermediate stage. They should be complete within five to ten of your years.>
"In the meantime, you're famous," I reminded him.
>Yeah, but couldn't you have brought back some intermediate results?>
I had...other data I wanted to bring back.
>Other data. Thanks. Hey, where's Ms. I'm a Super Gymnast?>
There was a nervous pause, then I told him, "She couldn't make it today."
>Mm. Okay. So five to ten years?>
>If not sooner.>
>I'll see you then.> And he walked back into the limelight.
He could have it. It really was overrated, after a while at least.