"How do you picture your life in another day? Another week? How about in another month or year? Do you see progress and enlightenment, or death and destruction? If someone told you that, tomorrow, you would lose everything you ever owned and everyone you ever loved, would you listen?
"Nobody did. Then they came.
"They were many things. They were more intelligent. They were more experienced. And before long, they were the new law on this planet of green and of blue. Mankind was done for; we didn't even stand a chance. Nothing mattered anymore. Certainly not race, gender or nationality. Under the influence of our new hosts, the land masses that supported and divided us were brought together once more, just like old times. Pangaea was no longer a fleeting fancy we read about in our history books. It became our reality; it became our prison.
"Most of us died or were killed during the merging of our lands. The few that survived were allowed to keep on living, but not without our lives being in danger almost constantly. Frightened and desperate, we huddled close together with our enemies of yesterday and, with their help, constructed vast domes using our combined technology and manpower. They were feeble at first. Oftentimes, they would shatter beneath the strength of our predators and countless more would lose their lives trying to defend their homestead. However, in time, we managed to devise a way to keep even them from entering our domain. Some say this victory, no matter how small it might seem, kicked us out of gear and we became lazy once more.
"Why did they not destroy us entirely when they had the chance to? Everyone has their own worries and theories, but I... I think we are simply here for their amusement. They call themselves Kings and perhaps they are. Perhaps our time is up and we're living on nothing more than a prayer at this point. Perhaps we've lost the battle for our right to govern this world, but we will not lose the war. I promise you that."
— Salem Churchill, 2951 A.D.