Apes! Apes! Apes!
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.
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.
Finally, I am back home.
Some bird of prey hovered over me today.
As far as I can tell he is a fishmonger. In a rush.
I got a close look at my first compatriot, disappointing though it was.