For Hier
This is not just about the old lady with the cats, it’s about a group of five rich five year olds, building sand castles, and playing with ants, passing around that atmospheric magnifying glass. They pick and choose; to squish me? No, because your favorite game to play is called, “Blackmail Towards Destruction.” And you’re curious to see how long I can play. We stayed underground, for the animals… We knew one thing, and that was if we continued in numbers to reproduce, we could eventually take reign. This was the story the old lady with the cats told us before she died. I remember she went on and on about the parasites. Five demons that crawled the earth, like worms they were blinded by thought, thinking of ways they could change it’s decision. She had that look in her eyes, it was a bunch of blue blocks, and it spelled out the words, “Self-Recognition.” I guess I never quite understood.
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