NOT SO FAMOUS LAST WORDS.
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There are long lists of famous last words out there. From the great and the good. Not so many of those that will never echo down through history or be remembered. The anonymous ones, nobody gives a shit about. Here are a few unattributed ones I've just made up. So they have that in common with all those famous last words, that weren't actually the famous persons last words. Just some shit they made up.
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Fuck that hurt.
What are my legs doing over there?
I'm sure this'll work.
Look at that fat ugly cunt.
Actually that dress does make you look fat.
I think we should sit down and discuss our differences of opinion like two rational human beings.
Is this gun loaded?
Of course I haven't had too much to drink.
These sausages smell a bit funny, but I'm sure they'll be fine.
I've just had a really good idea.
Hey. Watch this.
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The holograph of Daisy continued to look at the audience. Most of whom had to check the real one was still there. The real one had joined them after she'd initiated this ancient history lesson. She now sat with her hands on her lap. Her face stoical. The larger than life figure in the simulation continued. The Matriarch strode through the frozen scene. Her destination the odd other worldly human. She paused beside him and turned to address the assembly directly again.

"Now is not the time to explain the history of The People. Suffice to say we were from the continent many of you will know as Africa. We came down off that plateau before our written history. Found a land of plenty. We also found we were not the first. Another great civilization had existed many millennia before us. A million years, perhaps more. They were not human though. They were saurian in origin. Much more diverse than us. Some were bipedal, others were quadrupedal. They'd left behind caches of knowledge before they became extinct. In the hope that those who followed them would find this treasure. We were lucky enough to do so. As a result we became a technological civilization in the space of a few hundreds of years."

At this point the frozen scene moved into life again. Having delivered his speech the unhuman returned to that slow blinking stare. The only other calm person in the room, being the one he'd spoken to. There must be more. Those 9 words couldn't be all there was. The chatter between those in the room grew in intensity. Meanwhile the Matriarch gazed at the now immobile and mute captive. She asked him more questions. The hubbub died down as everyone listened. All they heard was her. No answers were forthcoming. Had he eaten since his capture? The answer was no. He'd been offered food. Had taken none. Not even water. 

The venue changed. Now they were looking at a large chamber. A round table in the center with twelve individuals seated at it. They discussed recent events. Starting from the tragedy at Mars base. Struck by a meteorite it was designed to detect. It hadn't been observed. Not even at the point it struck. Now they were in the situation where several hundred had died and a few hundred more were effectively stranded on the planet for at least ten months. This was the problem that had been exercising most of them up to this point. Knowing that their systems had failed, they'd been examining what to do next. That asteroid might not have been alone. Now they had nothing on the surface that could search for possible companions.

The People were not the only civilization on earth. There were two others. One in what would become the Arabian Sea and the other between China and Indonesia. The People had outposts in South America. The northern continent was mostly covered with ice. The southern was uninhabited. The different nations, if you could call them that, coexisted in peace. Food and raw materials were plentiful. Their populations only in the millions. They traded. They had exchanged ambassadors. The Mars base had been a joint venture between them. The main belief filling the room was that the stranger had something to do with the disaster. Might even have been its progenitor. A few of the more sensible argued against this. The increasing raids from Africa. The carnage they'd found him surrounded by. Yes he was an unknown quantity. He'd not resisted and hadn't shown any aggressive intent towards them. There was the possibility he'd only arrived after the massacre. That those robots had killed all of the humans. Then moved on. That didn't explain their losses though. How could people with clubs and spears destroy machines? No matter how much they talked, the mystery only deepened.

The words that almost man had spoken hung over them. Death, annihilation and salvation. What did that mean exactly? He, or it, should be interrogated. There must be more. The back and forth continued. Meanwhile the Matriarch observed her council becoming more and more irrational. Patiently she waited for their advice. This was their way. Things would be discussed at length. If a consensus was reached she'd rubber stamp it. If there was no possibility for compromise, or there were still divisions, she would decide. Often she'd delay that decision until she'd had time to examine all sides to her own satisfaction. Today she was conscious that there was a need for a quick decision. Nothing like this had happened before. When she'd met with their prisoner something about him had made her trust him. That same instinct was telling her urgent action was required. That was not their way. This could take days. How did she know they didn't have that luxury?

Kulathorn entered the chamber hurrying towards her in his weird gait. His Neanderthal origin revealed by the Matriarch, when she broke the fourth wall a second time. An outstanding genius. Her chief adviser. A man she considered her friend. He stopped, out of breath. Struggled to recover. At his age and with his physique hurrying was not advisable. Twice as strong as anyone else in the room. Half as quick. 

"I'm sorry he gasped. I should have cast you, bit this is important. I didn't want everyone overhearing."
"Continue please Kulathorn." She squeezed his heaving shoulder.
"The satellite link with Mars has been lost. Before it cut out they... They were attacked. There's no other explanation. Every facility was targeted simultaneously. There's more. I think we've found the origin of the strikes." He handed a computer slate to her. "The image is unclear. They didn't have the bandwidth to transmit anything more detailed."
She looked at the partial photograph curiously.
"What is it?"
"I'm fairly certain it's a space vessel despite its irregular shape. I think it's an asteroid that's been converted into transport."
"How is this possible? The distances are so vast. The energy required to accelerate this to a suitable speed would be enormous."
"I don't know. As far as I can tell it's almost a kilometer in diameter. Something that large should have been detected far sooner. The only explanation is some form of cloaking device. I could be wrong of course, but I don't think I am. Their next target will be Luna Base I imagine. They've come at us from the far side of the sun deliberately to hide their approach. The sensor networks we have on earth would have detected them far further away."
They were interrupted by a loud sonorous bong that repeated continuously. The alarm system that had recently been installed to protect against the increasing incursions from the mainland. The council were looking around wildly. They didn't know what to do. This was unprecedented. Kulathorn rushed to the cast system. Where she joined him. There was smoke rising in the distance. People were panicking. There were cries of distress everywhere. Then they heard the first of the screams. The Matriarch thumbed the transmit.
"Ushanti,what is going on?"
The worried woman on the other end of the cast looked around her horrified.
"There are machines Mother. Primitives in larger numbers than I have ever seen before. The machines.... our weapons are useless. What should we do?" There were tears in Ushanti's eyes.
"Seek shelter immediately. Go. Tell everyone to find somewhere safe and secure." She severed the connection. "Everybody try to remain calm."

The doors to the council chamber burst open a troop of men came in. Led by Loomah. The man gave the Matriarch a funny feeling. He'd been the sole survivor of an attack on an outpost on the plateau. It was after that the nomadic peoples had started to encroach more frequently and in larger numbers. As a reward for his bravery he'd been promoted. She'd been the one to confer it on him. As Mother to The People, she was supposed to love them all equally. With him that was very hard. For no reason, she found she disliked him. His presence, even now, made her skin crawl. Especially when he smiled. He wasn't smiling now. 

"The captive has escaped from the detention facility. We have reason to believe he is heading here Mother." The way he said that word, it felt unclean. "There is an imminent danger to you. He has already killed." 
There were shocked gasps.
"Why now?" She asked disbelievingly.
"His escape coincided with the incursion. We must take you to safety."
"I'd rather stay here. Find out exactly what is going on."
"I must insist. Whatever that thing is it represents too large a threat to ignore."
Kulathorn agreed it seemed.
"It would seem advisable. Go with them. Even if they're wrong, you've lost nothing."
She shook her head.
"What about you and the rest of the council? You should all come with me. That would be best."
Loomah shook his head.
"You are the priority. Having to protect so many would stretch our limited manpower. Two more squads are en route. I will leave some guards here Matriarch. The interloper seems intent on harming you."
With the whole room agreeing with that assessment, she had no choice. It felt wrong though. This all felt wrong. Her original assessment, that this grey skinned human could have killed her immediately, still felt right. Her disquiet only increased when they used an access tunnel to exit the room.

Two troopers to the front. Two behind. With Loomah insisting on staying at her side. None of them spoke. Now when she had time to think more clearly she felt the same impression from all five of her escorts. Something about them made her uneasy. This was stupid. They were all part of the family that was The People. It was then, as she attempted to distract herself from her misgivings, that she noticed something unusual. The weapons they carried were not the normal beamers. These looked similar, but different. A beamer was non lethal, unless at least two were used on the one target and they were turned up to maximum power. Even the invaders hadn't been killed. They might have killed, but that didn't give anyone the excuse to kill them. That was not their way. Loomah ordered a halt. Sending the two forward troopers on ahead to ensure the way was clear. He then told her to stay where she was, before approaching the rear ones. They entered into conversation. Every cell in her body was calling out now. It had to be down to the stress of the situation. The not knowing what was going on. A noise drew her attention back to the direction of the exit. 

Her heart began to race. She was being stupid. If anything was up ahead then the two who'd gone that way would have reported. There was that noise again. A quick look back, despite her fear, she walked to the next corner. Summoning up her resolve she stepped around it. There was the exit, less than fifty meters away. Where had the advance guard gone? Slowly she made her way towards the daylight. There was a cry. Cut off instantly. No other sound. Until that scrape she'd heard before. A darkness filled that entrance. Multiple limbs and an ovoid body. She was frozen her throat so tight she couldn't cry out. Instead a gurgle was all that escaped her lips. If she stayed still perhaps it wouldn't notice her. She was to one side of the corridor. It was her duty to warn the others though. If only she could move. If only she could cry out. The thing moved along towards her. The scraping sound made by it's six feelers skittering along the walls and floor. She could see the blood on it now. Those limbs in particular. It was almost on top of her by this time. The trembling of her body might betray her. She closed her eyes. Forced them open again. If she was going to die she'd do so looking at her executioner. One of those clawed tendrils flashed towards her head. This was it then. Resignation. Time stretched out. 

The arm stopped dead as a screech of metal sounded. The instrument of her death trembled there, as though reaching for its target. It was pulled back. Not just the arm. The whole thing. Smashed against the walls floor and ceiling. Once it had been reduced to scrap she saw him. The grey eyed escapee. The one supposedly intent on her murder. So be it. She blinked and he was beside her. Her heart, having stopped, raced into top gear once more. He blinked. His slower. Taking her arm gently. She looked at his pale hand. Then back at his expressionless face. Her voice returned at last.

"Who are you? The least you can do before you end my life is tell me your name." The strength that had vanished had returned ten fold. Now she knew this was her end.
His head cocked to one side. That face immobile. He spoke in the same monotone as before. The words unfamiliar in his mouth.
"I am Kluke. The Shining One. You are the one who will walk through time. Thrice Blessed Golden Light of the Dawn."