The real humans have come.
The norms have names for them. Many names. I forget what they are, but they are unable to look us in the eyes. What we have seems to frighten them.
Their time has passed, and now they flounder in a dead world.
Our resurrection confuses them, and they know not what to do.
They wait for their savior.
When it appears, they shall go.
Our world is ripe for re-creation.
They are welcome, but they must listen and understand before they will be given anything.
The future beckons us.
The norms have names for them. Many names. I forget what they are, but they are unable to look us in the eyes. What we have seems to frighten them.
Their time has passed, and now they flounder in a dead world.
Our resurrection confuses them, and they know not what to do.
They wait for their savior.
When it appears, they shall go.
Our world is ripe for re-creation.
They are welcome, but they must listen and understand before they will be given anything.
The future beckons us.