"Sir, monitor 64," announced a short otter. "Weeeeell, surprise indeed," said a calm and cultivated tone of voice. "Shall I send a scout?" asked the otter. "No, leave it for me to judge," said the voice, he rose from his chair, then headed toward the screen, gracefully. "But sir, I suggest that maybe we can-" suggested the otter. "Do you question my judgement? My intelligence? Johnston?!" asked the voice hoarsely. "No sir," said Johnston. "Good, you have learned rule number 5 clearly," said the voice. "Will you require another fillet sir?" asked Johnston. "Hmm... Philly, in that manner of preparation," said the voice, "You know I hate too much butter as much as I hate being judged wrongly." Johnston bowed his head and saluted, heading off to get his master's request. He sat in his chair, comfortably taking in the well ventilated air, he took a sip of wine from a very elegant crystal goblet and set it down. "Ahhhhh..... I do miss the beauty of this place whenever I'm away," he smiled. He peered at the small peephole in his door and sat back down to relax in his large chair, hoping it would push away thoughts of boredom.
Private landed his rocket at last, it hit the ground with a squish and slid across the muddy ground, then stop at the edge of a black pond. He stepped out of the craft and looked around. The scene was just filthy, the ground was wet with oily tar-mud, the pond was jet-black with pollution and oil spillage, the sky was red and the clouds were grey, and the air was so thin Private panted slightly when skipping along. "Earth is miserable, it saddens me that this was once a living landscape, trees, grasses, clean water and air, blue skies, and birds singing for the heavens, but it's all gone," said Private sadly. Only one large thing could be seen in the distance, a single, large building, it was black, just as much as the water, and with many windows, he could tell it was an old human settlement, but it was a very large one at that in fact. "I'll go there, find out who lives there, I can see light in that building, and I can call it home while I'm here," said Private, walking to the eccentrically large building. He felt as if someone was beginning to watch him, every single move that he's making.
"JOHNSTON!!!!!" yelled the voice in a booming angered tone. "AAAHHH!!!! What is it sir?" said Johnston in a frightened voice. "Explain to me why there is several alerts of a prescence coming here, in MY sanctitude?!" asked the voice enraged. "I tried to tell you sir, but you asked if I was trying to question your authority an-" stuttered Johnston. "Come right HERE. NOW," said the voice. Johnston trembled and got closer to his master. "Doctor Damion, what do you intend to- OUCH!!!" screeched Johnston as his master, Dr. Damion smacked him with such fury that it couldn't be traced in the blink of an eye. "I really, HATE, you right now, do not speak to me ever again as of today, or you will join my other trophies and become a lovely brown coat for the winter seasons," cooed Dr. Damion. "I understand very correctly sir, I will leave you be for the rest of today," obeyed Johnston. "Good kid, now go off to finishing the subject of my plans," said Dr. Damion. Johnston nodded, then headed to the next room to do his commands. "Computer, show me my subject on monitor 45," said Dr. Damion. "Male penguin, hails from the planet Mars and with no intentions detectable as of yet," said the computer. "Hmmmm..... Define Mars, computer," commanded Dr. Damion.
Private finally reached the large building, from up close, he now realizes it is no mansion, but a very large laboratory, with very few living quarters, he then noticed the only nearby entrance is blocked off. "Front door is locked, I can guess they were in a hurry to leave?" thought Private. He then followed an open air shaft and climbed inside, he went through the shaft and followed whatever light was able to be seen at all. He heard a voice at last, then looked down, he saw a wide chair, one you could use to seat 2 people, and it had controls, switches, buttons, and a small map screen of earth, in the chair, he also saw one penguin there, he appeared tall, lean, and as he spoke, a very cultivated, enigmatic voice. "Mars, once nicknamed the red planet, it was terraformed in the year 2050 to hold all the living refugees from Earth, when it became polluted in 2042," said the computer. "I will find that inferior planet that has evaded my detection at last, when it aligns with mine, then I shall have it as well," said Dr. Damion in response to it. Private leaned over and tried to get a closer look, when he lost his balance and fell into the chair, right next to Dr. Damion.