Exoputians

By AJ Pagan

As the Second American Civil War wanes, Mary the Exoputian awaits her chance to contact the Folbulae-a highly advanced species of extraterrestrial, only to be hunted down by the dictator of the Sovereign States of America, Vladimir Booth. 

With rising tides and thawing tundra, the Exoputians-a new species of human genetically created

• Language: English
• Publisher: AJ Pagan IV
• Release date: Apr 17, 2024
• ISBN: 9798869156822

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Exoputians

AJ Pagan IV

Contents

Copyrights

Dedication

Epigraph

The Blast

Vladimir Booth

Russia, you see

The Rise of Vladimir Booth: Traitor’s Ruin

Terra firma

The Opening in Space

The Rapist Priest

The Bubble Burst

The General’s Questions

Daniel the Distiller

The General’s Orders

Road Trip: Day One

An American Story: Reggie Jackson

The County Fair

Remembering Reggie

Amerikkka, Resurrected

Dr. Sam’s video diary

Arctic Wehrmacht

The Rise of Vladimir Booth: American Wehrmacht

Road Trip: Day Two

Dr. Sam: The Hole

American Holocaust: Chicago

The Rise of Vladimir Booth: Our Own Country!

Over Land Cargo Highway

SRT Tango Midnight

American Holocaust: The Marshawn Johnson Diaries

Dr. Sam: Homo exo

Kristian the Kid Killer

School’s out

I Am A Doctor

Road Trip: Day Three

Marmot is Alive

Dr. Sam’s reasoning

Two Eyes Closed

Road Trip: K’nap Time

The Rise of Vladimir Booth: For the Good of the Nation

Road Trip: Welcome to Cuchara

Mary’s Return

Protect your investment

Black Flag

Leaving Cuchara

In the Back

No One Cares if China Does It

Camp Freedom

The Rise of Vladimir Booth: Our White Tyrant

To the End of the World

Mary’s Last Stand

End of the SovietReign

Interstellar Species

Last Words

Acknowledgements

About the Author

Chapter

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Book Cover by ikaruna (Thea Magerand)

My Aunt Mary, you wonderful person. You are the kindest human I know, you are a saint and should be cherished. This book is for you. May you always persevere through life's valleys.

To every person fighting for their Rights, I commend you and stand and kneel with you. You are important, you deserve respect, to be heard, to be cared for.

Proud Boys, stand back and stand by. Donald J. Trump - Former President of the United States of America

Thank you, George Floyd, for sacrificing your life for justice. House Speaker Nancy Pelosi, D-California

Think about it. Are we supposed to take out Spider-Man and SpongeBob? They don't have any heroes. We have a country in front of us with a large population and a large landmass, but it doesn't have any heroes. All of their heroes are cartoon characters — they're all fictional. Iranian cleric Shahab Moradi, in regards to the US drone strike killing Major General Qassem Soleimani and possible retaliation

The Blast

The InterContinental Ballistic Missile burned with fiery rage through the atmosphere, piercing the stratosphere, the troposphere, and finally, for the first and last time of its human built existence, broke into the blackness of Space. It hurled its way up above Earth, to those spatial coordinates circling the planet at nearly twenty-nine thousand kilometers per hour.

The crew had just finished dinner, now gowning down for sleep. At six hundred and fifty kilometers above Earth, the view of the Blue Planet was mesmerizingly beautiful. Dr. Sam, the lead, was ensuring everyone else was settling down for the night.

A second ballistic missile ruptured through the night sky, ripping apart the fabric of atmosphere into the otherworldly. The humans thought it mesmerizing, a beautiful and confounded work of their own guise. The curly cues of Space and atmosphere torn to pieces attracted the attention of onlookers for hundreds of kilometers in every direction of its launch. They watched from below, destination unknown.

The HyperMissile, created only three years ago, was on a critical mission. To annihilate the first, from the foes on the other side of the world, that faction who built up enough support to make it all really happen. And the HyperMissile burned even faster, blasting at Mach 25, igniting its core precisely eighteen seconds before the first would have proven mission success. The explosion reached the InterContinental Ballistic Missile, shredding its propulsion system, ripping the base and cylindrical walls and finally the inner workings, the highly explosive core of tightly packed chemicals. With the power of seven tons of TNT, the missiles destroyed each other, jettisoning red hot metal debris into Space at tens of thousands of kilometers per hour.

Dr. Sam was traveling the corridor in zero-g from the first bunks to the second. With the many more on board in the past three years, it had been necessary to build an extra cabin to accommodate. He floated through the tiny square hallway with ease, his wiry gray hair no different in Space than it would have been on Earth. His wrinkly head leading the way, he could see them getting ready for bed. So innocent. Look at them all. Children. They laughed and played, putting their pajamas on as they floated so easily up above Earth. He smiled, laughing to himself. Look at them all.

A small piece of intact missile thruster hurled through the emptiness, at the perfectly most horrible spot one could imagine. The heated metal explosively ripped itself through the Station, entering the first wall. Alarms went off immediately. But immediate was slow-motion compared to the speed of the object. It crashed from the first wall to the inner wall to the inside, evacuating air instantaneously. An electrical fire ignited. The thruster pulled pieces of the Station apart, a hole the size of a VW formed, the Station blown in half.

Alarms buzzed, flashed, alerting the souls inside of the destruction.

DANGER! DANGER! LOW OXYGEN! DANGER!

Children screamed, the blast evacuated forty percent of the air out of the cabin, two lifeless bodies still nestled in their cocoons. Sirens blared, it was the loudest noise the children ever heard. The door and air lines had locked as soon as possible, keeping sixty percent of the air in the cabin. An emergency supply of oxygen blasted in through a duct. The children screamed. They were alone, floating in deadly fear amongst their dead brother and sister.

The second cabin had shut down before any air could evacuate. Inside were the seven adults. They slept in separate quarters from the children. It was supposed to provide them freedom and trust. But they trusted nothing now. The Station twisted in Space, altering their view of Earth from the lower half of their viewport to the upper, nearly cleaving the planet. They were in pure havoc. 

Mary looked out of the viewport, searching desperately for any signs of life. Were they safe? All she could see was debris floating around the Station. She could see the hole where the thruster impacted like a crater, raw and burnt twisted metal, only seconds ago had been stark white, a specially polymerized shell, keeping the metal untarnished. And then, floating by, she saw him. She saw their Creator, The One. His wiry gray hair and expression was almost as normal as at any other time she had seen him in the past days. There he was, floating through Space. Dr. Sam. Dead. Her eyes teared up, her face squinted, she couldn’t bare it. What happened? She waved, motioned for the others to get a glimpse before it was too late. She couldn’t speak. She just cried. They pulled themselves over, yes. There he was, dead in Space. But the children? Are they safe?

I do not know. Mary spoke aloud. Nobody had said anything, but they all knew what she was talking about, because they were all thinking it. Goosebumps ran across her body in an instant.

There was no way to get to them through the Station, the middle corridor blown in half. The only way was outside. As the second cabin had to be installed and built much later on, each cabin had its own full living quarters and multipurpose modules. Mary knew the only way to get the children to safety was putting a suit on herself, getting outside, and somehow inching her way to the second cabin as metallic debris hurled in a spray at thousands of kilometers per hour, through the airlock, have the children put their suits on, and shuffle them over, one by one. It was a nightmare. Not all of us will make it. What else could they do? This was their life now. No one was helping, no one could help, they were there, alone.

One of the men, Rutherford, called the children on the intercom. Lavo, Artemis?! Are you safe? Is everyone still inside? Can you hear me? He let go of the bright red emergency intercom button on the white wall. The adults slowly floated through their cabin, waiting for an answer as fear crawled up their spines.

Pssssh the mechanical buzz rang. And then, a small voice. Ruth! It is Dr. Lavo. We are here. Some of us are safe. Michael and Dorothy have perished. I believe air was evacuated but the emergency system replenished us with a supply of oxygen. Are you all safe? Have you heard from Dr. Sam?

Ruth looked at the group. Should we tell them? This disaster was just beginning, could they handle it right now? Did they need to?

Mary spoke, without Rutherford’s finger on the intercom, her voice shook. Remember what Dr. Sam told us. Do not lie to the children. Treat them with care and respect. Treat them with dignity. Tell the truth. Even if it hurts. It will make them resilient. They will be okay.

The others nodded at Mary’s words. He did say that. And often. Raising children in Space was not easy, even with so many people around.

Ruth put his finger back on the intercom. Dr. Lavo, all of the adults of Exogenous origin are safe. We are worried for you children. Unfortunately, Dr. Sam has passed away during this… He paused. Crisis.

Mary patted Ruth. He spoke well to them. They waited.

Dr. Lavo, within the confines of the other cabin, looked at his peers. All of them, himself included, were twelve years old or younger. They were horrified. They were sad for the loss of Dr. Sam. He was their Creator. What were they to do without him? And then they looked at the floating cocoons in the small cramped confines of the children's bunks, of the lifeless bodies of Michael and Dorothy, shock filled them.

He spoke to the others. His voice not yet cracking from puberty, still pre-pubescent.

We will be okay. Dr. Sam lived a long life. He created us for a purpose. Let us not forget that purpose. He died for us, for Humanity. And we shall live for Humanity. Never forget our mission. They did not forget. He pointed at his dead young brother and sister as they floated gently, strapped into their cocoon sleeping compartments.

The others teared, but in agreement, they cried and hiccuped and blurred out one word together. Aye. Dr. Lavo let go of the intercom, knowing the adults would hear his short speech, as they needed it just as much.

Within nine hours, the debris had riddled countless more holes within the framework of the Station. Mary and Andrew were reviewing the operating system, ensuring everything was working as well as it could. It wasn’t. A small leak had formed within the children’s cabin. An electrical fire had started near the Spacial Entry Port as well. The adult side’s reactor would come to a halt within the month.

Mary did the one thing they were told not to do. But she had to. She would sneak in at night as a child and study Dr. Sam as he spoke to the Earthlings. It was the only time she had ever seen him lose his temper. Afterward, Dr. Sam told them time and time again. Do not speak to civilization. I demand it. We need to be kept away from them. We cannot benefit humankind with our presence. They require our absence until it is truly time.

She did what she had to do. She needed to keep them safe. The children, the adults, the mission. She radioed, looking at Dr. Sam's sheet. Geneva, we have catastrophic damage. Exogenesis One. Over.

She waited only a minute until a male voice rang through the Station. This is San Francisco, over. We have a crew coming to you now. They will take you down to Earth. Who is this? Where is Dr. Sam?

We cannot go to Earth. The cabins require massive repair. We have to stay here. Dr. Sam perished in the explosion.

Yeah, not going to happen. This project is over. Over.

Mary smashed the button of the intercom. San Francisco. Going to Earth is not an option. We cannot survive on Earth! We have children! Mary was worried. They can not go. They weren’t bred for Earth. They were bred for Space. Only Dr. Sam was born on Earth, over seventy years ago. It would be catastrophic for them.

Exogenesis One. Look. We will be taking you to a secure facility in Colorado, in the Western United States. We've taken over this project from Geneva. They’ll be able to lower the gravitational effects at the facility. Don’t know how much you know, but it’s a war zone down here. I know Dr. Sam liked to keep you all in the dark. But it’s not safe up there either, today proved that. Over.

What are you talking about? Her skin was reeling as her mind shocked with questions.

You’ll see. Over and out.

And that was that. We’ll see? Who’s coming? And what’s going on down there? The adults were not excited to find out. Should we tell the children?

Mary spoke. No.

The other six looked at her. She grabbed onto a handle on the wall, holding herself in place. Her hair prickled up slightly behind her ears.

We do not know anything. San Francisco has said nothing of value. We tell the children and it just provides us with twelve confused people, not seven. We have no answers. We will find out together.

They agreed.

Mary did what she had to. She suited up. The white puffy suit and gold domed head popped out of the airlock into the black void of Space. She has lived in Space her entire life, she was used to going outside. It was almost comforting. But this wasn’t. Debris was flying by, impacting every few hours as the orbits aligned, careening into each other with catastrophic violence. She could see Earth as she shimmied her way amongst the nothingness. That Blue Planet Dr. Sam had told them about forever. She looked at it, worried at what it would bring them. Worried about who they would meet, and how they would feel. San Francisco versus Geneva. She was worried about the gravity. None of them were raised for it. She looked up, it was black, she looked down, it was black, there was nothing. Everything after the edges of the Station were vast, pitch black Space. It was all cut out like a picture from a book. There was no frame of reference. She could see some of the children in the window. One was waving as she moved toward them. Twenty meters to go. Earth was moving, or really they were moving much faster, it seemed to be stopped as they rushed by it, only six hundred and fifty kilometers away. 

Her radio crackled. Mary. Move. Now! There is another collision. Bigger debris. Move. Hide!

She slipped, fumbling for an edge. She couldn’t hear anything, but she felt it. She saw it. The silent explosion of everything under the children’s cabin. Metal shards, wiring, silicon, liquids all dispersed instantaneously in a microcosmic Big Bang. She moved backward, shimmying her hands against the railing outside, her feet floating, sprawling, not able to grab onto anything at all. She saw it. Him. Dr. Lavo. His leg ripped off, his dead, suited body swirling through Space, blood spewed and froze instantly, tiny droplets of iced blood rocketed through the void as his shredded suit was still. 

She whimpered. Oh my Sam. Saaaammmm. She cried, her tears blurring and obscuring her vision as they floated all around her helmet. Noooo! Lavo! No!

The twelve year old Doctor of Philosophy of Astrobiology, Renault Lavoisier perished as quickly as it was violent. She couldn’t bare it. But she had to keep going. His body was pushed away, hurtling through Space at hundreds of kilometers per hour. Over time, micro-asteroids would obliterate his body, most raining down into Earth’s atmosphere, where his atoms had once come.

She hoped and hoped, knowing it was foolish to, knowing she’d find more perished. Lavo had obviously been trying to move down into the Lower Unit to gather supplies. He was the oldest and the smartest of the children, he was trying to protect them. And so was she. The airlock opened at her swipe. She pulled herself inside, smashing the button to replenish the air. She took her gold shaded helmet off, looking around her. She heard a cry, a child. Thank Sam, someone is alive. She put her helmet on the hook, looking at her suit, she noticed a bright red drop, a tiny smear. It was melting. It was Dr. Lavo. She touched it with her gloved hand, trying to infuse his life, his scent into her nose, breathing him one last time. Dr. Lavo, you will be missed.

Mary walked through the airlock into Station Two. The Children’s Quarters. She followed the cries. One. Two cries. Oh thank Sam, at least two of my babies. 

Where are they? She pulled herself through the hallway from the airlock to the cabin. 

Babies? Where are you? Where are you? Mary searched, hoping to find more than just the two crying but knowing there couldn’t be.

She saw a cocoon wiggle. She hovered over to it, pulling it open. The two year old Albert was crying. He was scared beyond imagination. 

It’s okay, Albert. It’s okay, Albert. Mary’s here for you. She squeezed him tight in a mother’s hug. She felt for him, deeply. Where is the other? Right behind. She turned, the five year old girl was sniffling.

Dr. Lavo was trying to get us food. What happened to everyone? I’m hungry and scared. Her soft dark eyes filled Mary’s, and it hurt her soul to see this poor child so sad, just hungry, scared, fearing for all.

I’ll get you food, Greta. Don’t worry. You’ll eat soon. And it stole her vision. There it was, just like San Francisco said. A transport ship. It was small, conical, coming in to dock. Twenty-five meters away. It was full gray with a red, white and blue American flag emblazoned on the side. The ship was only thirty meters long including the capsule, and that was ten meters itself. The intercom activated.

EXOGENESIS. THIS IS SPECIAL RECONNAISSANCE TEAM. WE ARE HERE TO EXTRACT YOU. COME TO PORT NOW.

And in fifteen seconds, they had docked, locking in, their ship was one with the torn apart Exogenesis Station. Mary held Albert in her right hand, holding him over her shoulder against her suit, holding Greta’s hand with her left.

Come on. We have to go.

Where are they taking us?

To Earth, Greta. They have to fix the Station before we can come back. It’s not safe here.

Is it safe down there? The girl's eyes wide with apprehension.

Mary gulped. She had no idea. Let’s go.

She pressed the intercom. Special Team, this is Mary, I am the Chief Resident of Exogenesis. I have two children in Cabin Two. I need assistance.

Roger that. We’ll get a sphere over your way.

A cloud gray metalated suit came through the airlock, helmet on. It was an articulated suit, as much as a hardened suit could be. His visor was pitch black, not transparent gold like exploration helmets. The SRT suits were equipped with Space propulsion technology, they were prepared for anything on or off world. The Officer was tall. At least a half meter over Mary. His chest was emblazoned with SRT-5 in thick white letters outlined in bright blue. He held a small gray box in his gloved hand, he pushed it against the cabin wall and pressed the lone blue button. The metallic case inflated like a balloon, the metal structure of the case expanded with translucent material windows. It expanded to 1.3 by three feet by two feet. He unlatched what they realized was a door. 

Get in. He pointed at the child and the toddler.

Mary wasn’t sure. Will they be safe? There is so much debris.

They’ll be fine. These units are constructed of colloidal boron nitride and Teflon. Get in.

Mary still wasn’t sure. Greta gripped her hand tight. Mary bent down to Greta, handing Albert to her. It’s okay. We are all going together. Don’t worry. Take Albert. We are just going over to their ship. Just the way I came. Okay? You will both be fine.

Greta grabbed Albert tight. He was almost asleep now. Okay, Mary. She stepped in to the newly created metallic ‘sphere’ that was more a box. The SRT suit closed the latch, locking it and hooking a cable from his hip to a D-ring on the box, and pushed them through into the airlock port. 

I’ll put my helmet on. Mary said to SRT-5.

Let’s go. Now. We don’t have time. His hands gestures were quick and violent, she thought. Mary stuffed her helmet on as quickly as she could, everything was now entrenched in a layer of gold.

The airlock opened, the SRT officer pushed the sphere holding the two children inside out into Space, jumping out behind them. Mary followed. He grabbed Mary by the hand and they propelled through the open void to cabin One.

Inside cabin One, all hell broke loose. The rest of the Exogenesis crew mates were in shock. How could they take us to Earth? It is forbidden. It is unsafe. They looked to Mary.

Rutherford walked up to an SRT officer, number two, also was over a half meter taller than him. Where are you taking us?

The black helmet revealed nothing from SRT-2. His body language stone cold, they could feel nothing from SRT-2. We’re dropping you in the Western States. You’ll get a ride to a town in Colorado. You will stay there until further instruction. We have to go. Now.

The children were frightened. Mary had the two youngest. Where were the others?

Mary spoke. Where are the other children? As she said it, Stephen came into view from behind Andrew, he was fourteen, nearly as tall as the other adults. She felt momentary relief.

SRT-4 walked up to her, hanging his head. The only empathetic body language they’d seen since the arrival of the Special Reconnaissance Team. The muffled but grisly voice came through his speaker. The rest, are, the rest are gone. In the debris field. We only found the one. He pointed to Stephen. Stephen hung his head, like he was ashamed to be found alive as his brothers and sisters had perished.

Mary folded her body and cried. Noooo! 

They lived well.

They had good lives, Mary.

The crew mates, Rutherford in particular, were sending her thoughts of strength. She could feel them, but they were not enough.

SRT-2 spoke. We have to go. Now. Move out! Every second is dangerous. Let’s go! He waved his arm to the airlock attached to the SRT transport ship.

Rutherford spoke up amongst the five SRT officers and the remaining crew, two children and six other adults, including Stephen. We do not want to go.

SRT-2 walked up to him, peering over the small body that was Rutherford.

Trust me, we don’t want you either. We’re following orders.

The Exogenesis crew was shocked at his words. Why would he say that? That was awful. The officers pushed them all on board the rescue craft without another word. 

Everyone. Do as I do. This is how you put the harness on for re-entry. SRT-1 finally spoke, the Commander. They all watched his movements as he sat himself down and quickly but carefully locked himself in. He watched the crew of Exogenesis.

Mary hooked the two children into their seats. The others got in, attaching harnesses as fast as they could. The seats ballooned with air, cushioning them, ensuring a snug fit.

Let’s go! Two! Break the seal! We’re going back to Earth, motherfuckers.

The four other members of the Special Reconnaissance Team shouted in unison. Ah-Hoo!

As soon as SRT-1 spoke the words, they felt the movement and breaking of the seal of the craft from Exogenesis. SRT-2 commanded the craft. No one else could see anything, they were blind, getting shot to a planet they had never seen or felt in real life. It was scary and daunting as all hell.

The lives of all still alive, the lives of the dead, their thoughts and memories stalled together, flashing, blasting, feeling everything they had gone through until now, pulsing through their minds in unison. And now they were going somewhere without guidance, by force, due to aggression by someone they don’t know or have even heard of. Their love for their home, their love for each other, grew stronger in those final moments before the ultimate departure, all knowing that they may never come back home, what a feeling it was.

As soon as they had boarded, they felt they had already started to pierce the atmosphere. The giant blue behemoth pulled on them. The crew of Exogenesis could see Planet Earth, so close for the first time. It was mesmerizing. Vast oceans of deep blue water, red and orange and brown lands. They were all focused on the Big Blue.

And then, gravity took over. SRT Spacecraft started its plummet, they were 36,000 meters from Earth’s crust, coming down fast. The G-Forces were building, 1.5, 2.0, 3.0, 5.0. No one from the crew but Mary had ever felt such gravitational force before. It was nerve racking and crushing.

What is this? The crew felt the question spread between themselves.

Mary shouted, Gravitational forces! The sound of her voice was deafened by the blinding roar of the fireball that was their rescue pod. It descended in a fiery rage, a synthetic comet, coming in for its final burn. No one could hear, it was too loud, deafening. They shook like popcorn in a child’s hand.

From the dense falling of the capsule, an immediate and gut wrenching torque ripped them upward, G-forces be damned, they lessened so severely in almost three seconds it made them sick, the massive parachute they could not see brought on the nausea. The adults knew of this, but it was not on their minds, they had only fear inside of them.

Finally, they landed. The SRTs shouted at each other, unsure of what was happening right outside of the capsule.

SRT-1 got out of his seat, unlocking a rectangular metallic box from the wall. He pulled out three rifles, handing them to SRT-3, SRT-4, and SRT-5. SRT-2 climbed up and opened the hatch, commanding whatever was outside to beware.

The crew was scared. Where did we land? What is outside?

Mary permeated; all will be safe and secure. They felt relief, but only somewhat. Greta gripped Mary’s hand hard, looking at Mary with her big brown eyes.

They heard a shout, and SRT-2 climbed down from the capsule on the outside, yelling. Five minutes later, they hear the ladder again.

All clear. Move out. Just the fucking media.

SRT-1 looked at the crew of Exogenesis One. Well, good luck living on Earth.

Vladimir Booth

The engine ripped through the streets. A large flat strobe light curved around the roof of the car, shining a thick beam every other second, alerting everyone on the road to get the fuck out of the way. Tires shiny and sticky, they stuck to the street like glue, even as his violent rips of the wheel swung his musculature within. The carbon fiber body couldn’t warp like those of years past, and the engine was as powerful as it had or ever would be. A pack of Humvees followed the car as best as they could, but both knew they couldn’t keep up. They all turned into a clearing of land, a podium just built by a rag tag group of men.

He slammed the brakes, a cold breath of raw dirt spewed through the air, the small cloud wafting away from the now still, matte white 67ER GT750 Mustang. He stayed in his car until the Humvees arrived, they were bullet proof and he wasn’t. Those rag tags aren’t in the hierarchy like his men, they have other lives, worse lives for sure, they wouldn’t kill or die for him, for the Cause.

A cameraman filmed it all, staying on the white Mustang. A small but clearly defined logo was painted into the side of the car, in electric font of blood red, SSA. They watched as the man sat in his car, waiting for the military entourage.

Another cameraman and journalist were filming over on the other side, already presenting it as a story, but nothing yet had happened, he hadn’t gotten out, he hadn’t spoken.

The four Humvees arrived, circling the muscle car. Why he chose this area, no one had a clue, not even his own men. But they cleared the scene, checking the IDs of the media crews. Western States, Eastern States, Texas, Europe. All accounted for.

The man in the brown leather jacket stepped out of his brand new 1967 Electrified Remake GT750 Ford Mustang. His brown leather boots dusted the ground as he walked, his dark camouflage pants and naked chest gave him a swagger as he made it to the stage. Cameras and videographers stuck to him. As he only wore the jacket on his top half, his gnarled scars across his six pack abdomen and gorilla-thick chest could be seen easily in the days’ sun. They focused on the man, getting a glimpse of the one they all feared.

He placed himself near the middle of the stage, on the right, naturally, standing there. He pulled out a small headpiece, no longer than his finger, from ear to mouth. His words echoed across the barren land, entering the ears of all around him, all watching him tens, hundreds, and thousands of miles away.

"It is clear to me, that we have all been lied to again. I am not surprised, and neither should you. We all found out earlier today of the others, those mutant humans from the secret station in Space. Why are they here? Who are they? What is their purpose? Those are questions the Sovereign States will answer. As those freakish beasts are just as much our property as the East and Wests'. But the East and