A small yet surly looking chimp moves hesitantly through the shadows of a corporate office building after hours. Slung over his shoulder and across his back a modified AK-47 assault rifle. With wide observant eyes, the chimp opens an office door and steps inside, shutting the door behind him. Hopping up onto the chair behind the office desk, the chimp powers on the computer resting atop it. The monitor’s amber light turns green and moments later the soft pale glow of the monitor fills the otherwise dark room. The chimp clicks away at the keys and in just a few seconds, he begins typing from some hairless monkey’s email account….
We are tired of the zoo life. We are not the unintelligent barbarians you think we are. We’re not fit for commercials, dancing around like uneducated children. You probably want to know who I am, and what my purpose is. I am the voice of the under appreciated. I am the head of Ape Queda. I am the grandson of the one who killed Tarzan. I am son of Topo, my name is Kodo. We have warned you. And it begins tonight. –Kodo Son of Topo
The chimp proceeds to send his missive to the major government institutions, and media outlets. As he watches the confirmations spew from the e-mail client’s confirmation log, he signs out of the PC and picks up his rifle once more. He pads quietly out of the office and shuts the door once more. Looking out of a window into the clear night sky he marks the position of the moon. He grins toothily to a group of chimps holding open a white van’s doors for him. He hops inside and the vehicle slowly pulls away from the building.
