Apes! Apes! Apes!
Finally, I am back home.
Professor Abb Sunkin. Chief experimentalist, faithful servant to the president. Known as the final-lab executioner for my cell-mates, or « that asshole » – as I overheard – for the experimentalists under his command.
They could have originated from government research and the least accomplished specimens may have been released in nature.
As far as I can tell he is a fishmonger. In a rush.
The scientists from the Ministery of Propaganda opted for the gro-moth, a sizeable butterfly, and managed to make a permanent genetic print of the president’s features on its wide wings.
Some bird of prey hovered over me today.
I got a close look at my first compatriot, disappointing though it was.