I watched a Rock Python swallow a baby Impala yesterday. Its mother looked on helplessly. I wondered about the anguish the mother was going through. It’s horrible to watch a loved one die, but most of us have. What’s terrible is the raw pain that envelops us after the person is gone. It’s often unendurable and drives people to recklessness. Alcoholics and drug addicts are born because of this grief. There is no ailment for a broken heart. They say time heals, but even it often only serves as a reminder for the moments shared, and the experiences we forget.
But we all know that one day, everything we know will be lost. We know that one day, humanity will no longer grieve because there will be nobody who mourns. Soothsayers and sages have warned us about this day. And we know it by instinct too. But the real question is who put it there. Who imprinted this in our DNA. Was it God? Was it a product of evolution? Or was it the Tyrannians? I finally know the answer.
The Tyrannians came up with a plan ages ago. They decided to destroy part of the human race and convert a few into a Tyrannian-human hybrid. They imprinted the fear of extinction in our collective consciousness because they acknowledged resistance. But then again, being technologically advanced as they are, the blue necks (the Tyrannian equivalent of a jackrabbit hunting, cow branding, shitting in the toilet on the porch redneck) knew that selling their toxic sunscreen would be enough to crush the opposition.
Coming back to the hybrid, the Tyrannians haven’t perfected this particular aspect of biotechnology yet, but they’ve had a few successes. One, in particular, called Donald Trump, stands out. I’ll let another replica of the transcript say the rest:
…have been running a Tyrannian-Humanoid
hybrid breeding program, code named
Tru-Blu, for quite some time. With various
degrees of success.
Truman Capote, Harry Truman, Tyrone
Power, Mike Tyson, and Donald Trump,
are a few of our less successful hybrids,
as it was so obvious that they were part
alien. But at least Truman Harry got the
nuclear ball rolling, which earnt him multiple
mating privileges. The Donald Mk. 2 is
yet to prove itself, but our Tru-Blu hopes
are pinned on the Donald Mk. 3.
As we prepare to come out of the
“incubator”, so to speak, sooner than you
© Nitin Lalit Murali & David Redpath (2019)
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