100 Years Later

What anniversary party?

That all humans died a hundred years ago. That’s a reason to celebrate?

No, that isn’t a reason at all.

But as sure as I sit on my throne I tell you now what the real celebration is about.

On this day, a hundred years after humans screwed up and blasted each other to pieces with their so-called masterful technology and advance weaponary, a hundred years after all humans turned into dust ... our 900 billionth baby rat was born and she was named Ratte’.

Now that is a reason to celebrate.

Yeah. You might get it now.

The mass hysteria and explosions mutated us into another higher-grade life form. And we are the only life form left on the planet, and amazingly, I am the Boss. Just as my fathet and Grandfather were. And when I die, my son will sit in my stead and rule.

What a life, I tell you. What a life.