IT was in October 2150 that our lives on the planet Earth changed forever. I was home by myself. My wife and kids had gone to visit her parents for the weekend. Yeah—I guess I was batching, just me and Princess, our Yorkie-mix with whatever. She is eight years old, small with black-and-gray fur, and we love her very much. Princess was a rescue who came into our lives after we lost our other dog Mackie to cancer.
foreverI mention our dog Princess in detail because she played a big part in the way our lives changed on Earth after the Zarks’ invasion on Saturday, October 18, 2150.
My name is Michael Kenner. I am forty-five years old, six feet tall, slender, with green eyes and brown hair, and married to a beautiful woman named Nancy. We have a son, James, and a daughter, Rita. They say that
