Who would believe cities were just great, big, living battle-suits we just haven't figured out how to operate yet? Colossal war-machines with heads and hearts and a blood-supply rushing around in the form of millions of tiny people? No wonder nobody breathed a word about what really happened on the night a future city with a bad attitude came back to kick the arse of the 20th century. They'd have been sodding certified.
We're living in a time where gods walk the earth and get knee-walking drunk with us on Friday nights. A time of winged women, global shamans and men who know how you're going to die just by looking at you. Enjoy it while you still have the ability to suck air, Angie. I wish it could have gone on forever.
In 1955, I was sleeping with a port from America. He used to call me "The Spirit of the 20th Century." He was a pratt, too, sunbeam. Just like you. I'm electric, sunbeam. I own electricity. He did have a nice bum, though, I remember that very distinctly.
I was twenty years old when I stopped aging. Earth stopped making sense about the same time. One minute we had the special theory of relativity, and the next, someone rewrote the laws of physics. England was very quietly touched by the strange. I was there to see the shiftships when the Door appeared. I was a girl. I threw myself into the trouble that followed the Door, fought the king of nails from Sliding Albion and slept with beautiful blue-skinned princes...The twenties were an age of scientific romance. I loved it.
You poor bastards. You weren't ready for an alien infestation. Just like you weren't ready for the Bleed. Things are getting worse. In the end, they got too big for you. And I wish we'd been there. There has to be someone left to save the world.
This is Jenny Sparks for the Authority. By now, everybody knows that there is something eclipsing the sun. It is an organism, and it will attain Earth's orbit in less than a day. Its presence is related to the events in central Africa and Tokyo. The Authority is assuming the worst; that when it gets here, it will attempt to expunge all life from this planet. We are going to take the Carrier out of orbit to engage the creature with the intent of ensuring it never gets near you. We'll do what we've always done for you, whether you knew it or not -- the absolute best we can. We're going out, and we may not be back for a while. And while I'm gone, you all bloody well be good.
You out there. I'm talking to you. I don't know if you can hear me out there. I don't know if you even have a language. But here's the deal. It took me a long time to work out what I was here for. And here, at the end of the century, I finally sorted it out. I'm here to save the earth. I'm here to get us all through this century. You might think the planet behind us is yours to use, but here's the news: Earth is under new management. THIS WORLD IS MINE.
Bad things happen when I run teams. And bad things happen when I don't run teams. This is all a hellish gamble for me, Apollo. But there had to be someone left to save the world. And someone left to change it.