“Bring him closer.” The Mistress request. Seeing that he is still unconscious she yells “Wake him up!” The drone slaps Baird across the face. “Awake you fifthly pathetic human.” The Drone demanded. As the Mistress lifts herself from her chair, she walks over to Baird, slumped over as the Drone lets loose of his arm, she gently puts her hand upon his face, walking around him as she continues to swipe her hand across his emotionless face. “Come to me my acclaimed daughter. This is now your future. This is your enemy. You will learn to destroy, you will learn conquer. Take a good look at him, his kind is the wrenched smelt that fills this world. You will control all of them; you will live to control everything.” http://sisterstotheend.wordpress.com/ If anyone would like to contribute artwork with the story line.. I would love to put this is my October Issue of my magazine. Site mail me if you are interested.. Thank you! ~alice