Dave found joy in the daily routine of life.

He awoke at the same time, ate the

same breakfast and drove the same commute. He worked at a job that never seemed to
change and he got home at 6 pm sharp every night. It was who he had been for the
last ten years and he had no idea that was all about to change.
Hopes and dreams were dashed that day. It should have been expected, but it still
came as a shock. The warning signs had been ignored in favor of the possibility,
however remote, that it could actually happen. That possibility had grown from hope
to an undeniable belief it must be destiny. That was until it wasn't and the hopes
and dreams came crashing down.
The kids were loud. They were way too loud for Jerry, especially since this was a
four-hour flight. The parents didn't seem to be able, or simply didn't want, to
control them. They were yelling and fighting among themselves and it was impossible
for any of the passengers to concentrate or rest. He thought about politely tapping
on the parents' shoulders and asking them to try and get their kids under a bit
more control, but before he did he came up with a better idea. Sure, it was a bit
sinister, and he'd probably end p in a lot of trouble, but he really didn't care at
that point.
Nobody really understood Kevin. It wasn't that he was super strange or difficult.
It was more that there wasn't enough there that anyone wanted to take the time to
understand him. This was a shame as Kevin had many of the answers to the important
questions most people who knew him had. It was even more of a shame that they'd
refuse to listen even if Kevin offered to give them the an one of the wooden clubs
while Larry took the longer one. We slowly snuck up behind the seal until we were
close enough to club it over its head. The seal slumped over and died. This seal
would help us survive. We could eat the meat and fat. The fat could be burned in a
shell for light and the fur could be used to make a blanket. We declared our first
day of hunting a great success.
There weren't supposed to be dragons flying in the sky. First and foremost, dragons
didn't exist. They were mythical creatures from fantasy books like unicorns. This
was something that Pete knew in his heart to be true so he was having a difficult
time acknowledging that there were actually fire-breathing dragons flying in the
sky above him.
A long black shadow slid across the pavement near their feet and the five
Venusians, very much startled, looked overhead. They were barely in time to see the
huge gray form of the carnivore before it vanished behind a sign atop a nearby
building which bore the mystifying information "Pepsi-Cola."
Where do they get a random paragraph?" he wondered as he clicked the generate
button. Do they just write a random paragraph or do they get it somewhere? At that
moment he read the random paragraph and realized it was about random paragraphs and
his world would never be the same.
It was a scrape that he hardly noticed. Sure, there was a bit of blood but it was
minor compared to most of the other cuts and bruises he acquired on his adventures.
There was no way he could know that the rock that produced the cut had alien
genetic material on it that was now racing through his bloodstream. He felt
perfectly normal and continued his adventure with no knowledge of what was about to
happen to him.