The following was found in the outbuilding of Exoticus Steel Manufacture Ltd. It was typed on an old fashioned printer, printed all in capitals without punctuation or spacing. The building in question had been locked for over twenty years.

It had been such a long time, wandering in blackness. Awake but asleep, waiting for something, anything to happen. Finally it did. I came across a planet, one of habitable disposition and containg intelligent life. I steered myself toward it, entered its atmosphere and began my mission.
Leaving my capsule I entered the first lifeform I encountered, a blind wormlike creature barely large enough to contain me. As it was I would not have been able to inhabit it for long. Fortunately for me I soon encountered another, larger lifeform, a bipedal flying one. Integration was merely a matter of being consumed. This lifeform is superior, but nowhere near what I will require. I have taken over its simple mind and will wait until opportunity presents itself.

I can see intelligent beings below, they were only a few miles away from my starting point. There are four, three with fur, one without. I will have to be quick in integration, if this host were to be damaged I would not survive. I am very easily damaged when integrated into a large host and many of my kind have perished almost successful in their tasks because of an unexpected blow to their host. I have chosen the furless one, it seems to possess superior mental skills to the other three, and is less likely to injure my host.
The furless one has tripped. I take my chance and dive at its head, success! Integration is rapid and effective. I am linked to the lifeforms senses and mental processes. There is a laugh and I can feel the minds resentment. The lifeform is aware of its physical inferiority, and the furred forms are aware of this fact also. I inform my hosts mind of their inferior minds. The host mind likes this information. I have chosen an appropriate mind. I look at the three furred creatures, 'Rabbits'. the mind informs me. 'Fast.' 'Strong' Interesting. I press my host for more information. The rabbits are indeed physically superior. They have accomplished many things by virtue of their great numbers and physical strength. I could integrate into one of them, but they lack the mental fortitude required for the completion of my mission.
I have chosen not to take over this mind, or make my presence known. I will remain in residence in this mind until I find a superior host.

This mind has proven rather more useful then I imagined. In the extended period of time I have spent integrated with it I have been able to augment its mental abilities to a great extent It also has an extensive knowledge of various matters that have allowed me to create a plan for the domination of this galaxy and the completion of my mission. I have decided to use this host to realize my plan. All that is required is to steer my host in the right direction, something that is easily done. I will require a host capable in designing and constructing weaponry, deploying a widely dispersed army and managing resources. I can achieve this by subliminally altering my hosts interests, although I will need to interfere very little as this mind appears to take pleasure in the acquiring of knowledge. I will also alter my hosts attitudes, although here too I will not need to expend much effort. My host has a long lasting and deep seated loathing for many other species, especially the ones called rabbits. It has already grasped the fact that they are mentally inferior and it will be an easy task to convince this mind that the way to success will involve the destruction of all inferior individuals. Already my host seeks a violent means to removing itself from its present situation. I will remain partially dormant letting my subconscious tutor this mind in the beliefs and methods of my people.

Success! I am but weeks away from the realization of my plan! This host has proven to be all I required to put in motion the completion of my mission. Already it sends armies out across dozens of planets, thousands, millions of individuals fighting for my cause. It has acquired over half the territory in this galaxy in a matters of days. There are secure sources of weaponry and soldiers at every vital point. This offensive cannot fail! In a few hours the entire galaxy will be vanquished and I will begin the final stage of my mission. I had never expected to be this successful! I had never expected to encounter a host that would accept my methods so quickly. I have integrated into the perfect host, its mental abilities are beyond comparison. I have chosen to use this host to extend my mission. It will take several years, but I will have accomplished an incredible task for my kind. I will rest now, awaiting the completion of my mission and my glorious victory.

This cannot be occurring, something has gone terribly wrong. My host has not acquired the vast amount of territory I envisaged. Its mind informs me that it has lost everything it has gained. How can this be? Everything was planned perfectly, how could I fail? Everything is gone, my armies destroyed, my host forced to fight for its life. I am trying to aid it but the rabbits are too fast, even altering my hosts body to make it physically stronger has had no effect.
I can see them both. Two rabbits. Two. They are the ones responsible for this failure my hosts mind tells me. How? How could my plan be ruined by only two inferior lifeforms? Have I overlooked some vital information? Even as I speak my host flees from them. I will soon be forced to integrate with one of them if I am to survive. I will develop a new plan, redeploy my forces. Next time I will not fail. An explosion, injury. My host cannot defend itself. I prepare to integrate into the green rabbit. Wait, there is something falling- No!

After this the writing degraded into nonsensical gibberish gradually petering out to a single long line of 'aaaaaa'

Someone take that parasite out from Jazz, please.

the parasite had no time to integrate in jazz, the cave ceiling collapsed on devans head before the parasite could integrate. (see ending movie 1.23)

~Alex

Originally Posted by Cooba

Someone take that parasite out from Jazz, please.

How enthusiastic of you.

How thwap of you.

Huh. It's an interesting story, but... why? There doesn't seem to be any character development, or even motivation. There's no climax, as the fight is skipped over, and there's no description of what happened. I don't understand what it has to do with typewriters or Exoticus. Is there any real point to this story other than supplying Devan with a demon form?

Originally Posted by Cooba

How thwap of you.

How SHUP of you.

Is there any real point to this story

Nope. Is there any point to any story except to entertain? [And a lot of modern literature doesn't even do that.]