Epilogue
My name? No you aren't getting that yet. The fact is that I don't reallytrust you yet.For the purpose of communicating my story we'll just call me Frank. Ihave a job to do and failure isn't an option. That is a lot of pressure. There isno grade scale. This is pass, fail.You see my world is dying. All of our history, times of peace, times of war. The good times and bad times that any civilization that has been aware of itself for 10,000 years would naturally have.We hear your whines about this global warming thing. We pick uptransmission about your bad economy. Let me tell you folks, those thingshappen. They are nothing though compared to where we are now. We had nochoice.You see our star has betrayed us. It has changed it's size. Our atmospherehas changed. Our vegetation no longer grows where it used to, our ediblespecies of animals are dying off. Our water is drying up.We were a world of eight billion sentient beings made up of two species.My species, the Kannel, would be considered reptilian on your world. We
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