These midnight hunger pangs are the worst. I have to get out from my cozy bed and go all the way to the kitchen, in darkness, because I don’t want to disturb my sleepy eyes. It’s scary. What if there’s something in the shadows?
All the citizens have retreated into shelters. It is a pointless endeavour. I stand at the top of the tower, looking straight at the approaching storm. Storm of the century they call it. What fools! This is just the first one.
It was difficult breaking into here, I hope it’s worth it.
A world leader he may be, but his room is just as messy as the next person’s. I guess even his secretary is not allowed in here. Let me look around.
Ah! What’s this now? Military letters? No, Love letters.
Seems to be some kind of fungal growth. I think the satellite needs a nice scrub. I have the tools here. Beginning procedure.
Yuck! Now it’s all over my suit, and it’s spreading fast. Starboy requesting immediate extraction. Suffocating.
All those years ago, I remember I would stand here and call her. She used to stay in the adjoining building. We would sneak chats whenever we could. One day, a great fire broke out here. She didn’t survive.
I can still listen to her voice, on the payphone receiver…
They have come to challenge me. No doubt they want to defeat me and take possession of the keys to the cages. Do they think that they can free their captured kin from my grasp so easily? I am not letting them have my pets.