The voice was angry, then bitter, following with being resentful and finally determined.
‘I put my plan into motion, commencing with eradicating the little lizards whose evolution feasted on my energy’.
A series of images took shape in front of Zax’s eyes, the destructive end of the Prehistoric age, a number of Ice Ages, the dawn of the Homo sapiens.
‘Using myself as the mold, I urged the creation of intelligent beings that could shoulder the legacy’.
Time sped up; images of the Homo sapiens turn into the modern man have appeared.
‘I was running out of time by this point. My consciousness was slipping away more frequently, each time I regained my awareness too much have changed, but the progress I was waiting for was still remote. The new species, humanity and beasts, had too dull of
