“How can this precipitate victory? Roaring, Mitch put everything into the punching blast he
hit the sun killer with, a scream rose from his mind, <NO! I can’t open my eyes the light is much
too bright.> John thought he heard a rustling then a voice he remembered from a dream a long time ago or was it
a few weeks ago, “they are closed.”
Slowly he opened his eyes, there was a teen male, a young girl, an older teen female, a toddler girl and a
baby with an almost adult expression on it’s face. John had been pacing all day, there had to be a solution to this problem. Out of the 22 children born
there had only been 2 boys, both of whom were extremely intelligent, one who later became president of this
world for many years. Mitch wore a look of pride on his face, to think that he had helped the beginning of the
fourth race. Oh and least not let us forget John and Millies’s son
born a year after the
