My Message To Her Royal Majesty The Future Queen Ant, On Our Apocalyptic Demise

By Thorston Books

We, humans, consider Earth our planet, but what if we destroyed it and became extinct? Surely one of the last survivors would have left a message full of secrets and warnings to whatever species or alien beings would follow us.

One did. As this stimulating, erotic, esoteric tale unwinds with its many twists and turns, many of our beliefs will be challenged. This unrivaled storytelling looks to our past while warning Her Royal Majesty, the future Queen Ant, of our stumbles and mistakes often revealing forgotten facts.

What could an ant culture learn from us? What should we have learned from them? This tantalizing tale will enrapture you page by page as it goes where others fear to tread, revealing untold truths, unrevealed tragedies, forgotten events and lost history.

This spellbinding book looks into the future while it provides answers as it examines wealth, greed, sex, passion, politics, laws, wars, and other topics that will entice you and give you pause for thought.

This tale will enrapture you page by page as it goes where others fear to tread.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Thorston Books
• Release date: May 17, 2017
• ISBN: 9780991644858

Thorston Books

Thorston Books: Thoston Books has published a number of books since publishing The Curse of the Radiant Opal in 2012. Our latest book.release is My Message to Her Royal Majesty the Future Queen Ant, On Our Apocalyptic Demise by Amdahl Omland. Other previously published books by Thorston Books are Swaggy Tales I, Swaggy Tales II and Swaggy Tales III (Jungle Journey). Visit us at Thorstonbooks.com for more information.

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My Message

To

Her Royal Majesty

The

Future Queen Ant,

On Our

Apocalyptic Demise

By

Amdahl Omland

©2017 Thorston Books

IISBN 978-0-99164485-8

Dear Finder

It is impossible to ascertain who will

survive the poisoned earth we are leaving.

My hope and prognosis is ants, but whatever

species you are, you will find the information

contained herein helpful. If you, the finder, are

as I suspect you will be, an ant, take this

document immediately to your Queen.

Your Survival may depend on it.

Amdahl Omland

For the public

By Wendahl Omland, son of Amdahl

My father buried his Message to Her Majesty, the Future Queen Ant, securely where he hoped it would remain hidden for thousands of years, believing they, our enemies, would never find it. He bought a small, abandoned cemetery for that purpose and secreted it there. But they did find it. They did dig it up. And they did break open his capsule containing his message. That is why I am making public his manuscript – to expose their malevolent deeds.

I must confess that I thought he was just an old man losing his marbles, but now, after reading his manuscript for the first time and experiencing firsthand the power they have, I agree with him. I, like most Americans, had not heard of the invisible government that has owned and controlled us for a hundred years.

Cemeteries are legally sacred ground. But this corporation had its lawyers declare our cemetery public right of way, public domain, (or some other gobbledygook) and confiscated it. They took it away from me, as my father was already resting in peace, which I am not.

It was a corporation, one of the two powers he deemed responsible for our demise, that acquired the legal right to dig up the decaying bodies with bulldozers and backhoes and haul them off to where they can never be reclaimed. All this to make way for a parking lot! A parking lot for another shopping Mall! (Do we really need another?) Some of the dug up graves contained bodies in rotting pine boxes and others just bones in tattered clothing. All were removed and dumped unmarked in a landfill. It was sad. The cemetery was so old that no relatives could be found to protest its demolition. I put up notices and advertised in the papers to no avail. One woman, in her 90s, thought her grandfather might be interred here but had no evidence. We could not stop them.

In the process a backhoe operator uncovered the capsule my father had secreted. It was constructed so the mandibles of an ant of the future could crack it open. Curious, the man who found it, dropped it on a rock and struck it several times with his digger. No luck. He signaled a dozer driver to run it over until it broke open. Several operators gathered around to read the papers and laugh. I watched this disrespectful scene from a distance. Having had all I could stand, I charged them and tried physically to take it away. They protested that it was now company property; they owned the land. I fought with them but was no match for these laughing hyenas so I called the police.

After a call to corporate headquarters, they agreed with the corporation. I had to sue to get the capsule and contents returned. What did the corporation want with it? They have so much power. I am going to entomb it deeper this time under several feet of rock, steel and cement. Cement hardens for 50 years before it starts to break down, and then will disintegrate for another 50 years. If my father was right in his assessment of our plight, we shall be gone by then. I also interred in it several thousand smashed ants. This was my father’s wish – to leave a scent for future surviving life. He hoped it would be the ants.

My father was a virtuous man, a good man who struggled with corporations all his life. They had destroyed his business by unethical, unscrupulous, deceitful methods and left him nearly penniless. He fought them, sued them, threatened them, all to no avail. They are ubiquitous and powerful. Their lawyers issued restraining orders and had him jailed several times. It was a futile battle. When my mother died he gave up the fight on this earth and took the battle into the future. He became obsessed with death, not his death but the death of us all: the end of mammal life on earth.

Once he realized mankind was on the brink of extinction, he wanted desperately to tell whatever life survived us why and how this happened. His reason for our demise was democracy and corporation. None of the previously extinct life forms left us any record of what caused their demise. He hoped whatever survives us will have mastered our language and customs enough to read our history and understand who and what we were. And why we are no longer.

Over the years he became preoccupied with ants. While studying them he came to believe they would be the predominant survivors. I looked after him, but during the last years he grew more and more isolated. He was interested in the ants of the future and became obsessed with relating the reasons for mankind’s demise, hoping to spare them a similar end.

I once found him crawling on his hands and knees. Just doing research for my book, he explained. Ants had so bedeviled him that I often heard him mumble Your Majesty or My Queen to an imaginary queen ant. Near death, he finished his treatise and placed it in a vacuum sealed capsule, which we buried. He died shortly after. He explains this in the epilogue, which I did not change, not wanting to alter his writings.

Now this capsule is reburied according to his wishes and in honor of his memory. This all happened some time ago. While the facts remain the same, things have gotten worse. I think you will agree with his reasoning once you read his document.

Sincerely,

Wendahl Omland, son of Amdahl

To Her Majesty, the Future Queen Ant

On our apocalyptic demise

By Amdahl Omland

Chapter One

Premise

My Noble Queen Ant (or shall I say, Your Royal Majesty?) we are on the edge of the Apocalypse. We are becoming extinct. By the time your minions discover this secreted information, we humans shall have been gone from the face of the earth for more than five thousand years (maybe even 50 or 100 thousand). I don’t expect you ants to take that long to adapt and mutate into cognizant beings; you adapt well and quickly. I will assume that when you find and open this container, ant civilization will have progressed enough to be thoroughly conversant with our literature. One thing is certain: mankind will not become extinct during my lifetime. (This humor is thrown in to evaluate your literacy by human standards. If you do not think this is funny, give these papers to the cockroaches. Ha, ha.)

We are leaving the earth unfit for any animal life but insects. My predilection is you, the ants. My desire is that you may learn from this treatise and prolong your ascendancy. Oddly enough, the reason for our extinction is due directly to two of our sacred institutions: democracies and corporations. Most humans, even in these final days, hold them in high esteem, believing they are enriching our lives.

In trying to understand the history of life on earth, I wish that we had more information about the trilobites and dinosaurs, our predecessors. Trilobites became more and more ornamental and specialized until the slightest change in conditions left them unable to adapt. Dinosaurs