Author : TJMoore
It had been eons since Kra had left home for this mission. Heâ€™d known when he left that it was a one way trip, but now he was growing weary of this â€œLong Termâ€ assignment. â€œLong Terminalâ€ was more like it he joked to himself for maybe the millionth time.
The invasion had been covert. Even, or maybe especially, from the planetary counsel. That honorific body of archaic pacifists would never have the audacity, or the nerve in Kraâ€™s opinion, to undertake such an auspicious plan. Kraâ€™s consortium of scientists had taken action. Kra had been the logical choice from the pool of volunteers because of his prodigious knowledge of genetics and evolutionary trends.
So far, Kra had successfully exterminated over three million species of potentially dangerous or over competitive life forms. He had also introduced and nurtured his own genome throughout the millennia and, if all went well, the final phase of the plan would begin on schedule.
He lounged back and selected his favorite transmission from the archives. It was called a â€œmovieâ€ which was short for â€œmoving pictureâ€œ, the logical progression from a â€œstillâ€. This one was the more advanced â€œtalkieâ€ where the sound was incorporated in a side-band and written dialog was no longer needed.
Kra chuckled again as the movie started. The irony was just too amusing. This â€œmovieâ€ was titled â€œThe War of the Worldsâ€ and in the end, the invaders from Mars were killed off, not by the humans, but rather, by the natural pathogens found in the air of Earth. Kra laughed out loud as he mused that those pathogens were the genetic legacy of the initial genome he had released on the day of his attack. And in a few thousand years, the earth would in fact, be populated by Martians.