Mark Twain
Markman stood dazed by what he
held in his hand. He carefully placed it
back on the shelf and took down
another. It was The Catcher In The
Rye. He dusted away more, and found
himself standing in a section of classic
Earth books. He backed away and tried
to understand. It made no sense at all.
The large table in the room’s
center had the outline of several very
large volumes covered in dust. They
were the size of large script Bibles. As
Jax mused himself wandering around,
Markman went to the table and dusted
off the nearest book. Excitement
coursed through his veins. The
embedded title was The Exodus, but
this was not a Bible. He wiped away the
dirt from the book next to it,
President’s Daily Log. Markman cleared
off a spot on the table, and ever-so-
carefully opened the President’s Daily
Log. There was a preface. A long one.
Using his hand lantern for more light,
he leaned against the dirty table and
began to read.
Let us begin the recording of our
new history with the telling of the
genesis from which it arose. It is the
story of a lost race that refused to die.
Perhaps that is humankind’s proudest
legacy, our determination that as long
as we still breathe, we never give up.
We do not know exactly when the
Salantians began their invasion of
Earth. Most computer records from that
time were lost in the exodus. We only
know that the enemy was well-