My name is Zork and I am explorer, a first category advanced guard specialized in observation of species with potential. My function is of extreme utility for our ancestry because (long time ago) we have given up bearing alone to our own subsistence and comforts and whims.

We have learned how it is quite simpler, much more effective, to identify others with the adequate symbiotic potential and gradually transform them into our servants. At the beginning, the victim, technologically less evolved, don’t understand the latent game we are playing. Afterwards ... when they learn about it, it’s just too late. As a fly frightened and terrified, entangled in the Web, when the victim perceives what we have done, what is going on, there is nothing they can do. Here there is no symbiosis or any symbiotic relation but only parasitism. I have no problems to say it. We are parasites!

That afternoon, when preparing to perform the work - the task for which they coached me – I was thinking of how it was going to be easy. The point of observation near the huge baluster was very good. The vision was perfect and included practically a hundred and eighty ranks. The place was such a pleasant and welcoming nook that certain it would permit me to initiate the report with all the comfort and informality.

Then, I observed them and noticed how they treated the "small ones" with love and affection, never leaving them alone and vulnerable. I saw how they were constantly speaking with them, every hour, every moment. Oh… how much they spoke… all that stuff barely looked to me like an addiction! And they supplied them with all the necessary energy, solicitously, without any claim. And in the presence of the smallest dust they come soon and cleared all with extremely cared for. I saw how they were concerned. One time, a "small" fell down and his servant led readily the hands to the head uttering an expression for which we do not yet possess translation - Oh my God! What now? – He said. Afterwards it bent itself and quickly took the "sick" in his hands inspecting him with care, verifying if it were in good health or if would need any kind of handling.

In another observation, I established that beyond being concerned, they also did know how to be loyal and obedient. The "small" was to the shouts with its thin irritated voice. And the giant only said – Yes dear, please forgive me, I know about it, love. That’s what I saw with my sensors. And it was enough to me.

The "small" were without any doubt the more fortunate beings of the universe. But not for long! Everything we would need was a plan. A plan to able our sort replacing them gradually in the domain of those solicitous, serviceable gigantic servants. Therefore my attention, objectives and priorities changed and I took a more detailed view about them. It was then that the mishap and its inherent difficulties arose. After all, it would not gonna be so easy. Because the "small", they were composed by several sub-species, all of them incompatible among themselves. Resigned, I collected the names of them and put it all in my report



NOKIA
SIEMENS
MOTOROLLA
SONY
ERIKSSON
SANSUNG...

Now, my next task will be to analyze in detail each one of those racial slopes so that we can explore all the vulnerabilities.

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