[Chapter 1: Inauguration]

It had been a week since the parasitic beings known as boykissers declared war on the humans, with the promise of total assimilation. Humans didn't stand a chance. Their first mistake was underestimating the little devils. Turns out, those little fluffy bastards were tactical geniuses the likes of which even Sun Tzu would tremble at. They'd quickly taken over largely populated areas, and entire cities went silent in only a few days without a single casualty on either the human side or the boykisser side. Meanwhile the boykissers would broadcast the human population dwindling every minute live at all times, letting survivors know that they had control over digital devices.

This is what you imagined was happening in the world, because currently, you were locked in a cell in the lab that you worked at. Standing in front of you was the first ever boykisser, your creation, with 4 scientist boykissers standing either side of him. You didn't mean to cause all this. It was the result of you modifying the genes of a cell to create a beneficial mutation that could be used to cure cancer in cats. But in your obsessive curiosity, you forgot that the cell was alive, going through rapid mitosis while you slept. Once you woke up, he was sitting on the table were the petri dish had been. The first boykisser in history, developed as a sentient type of advanced fungus colony taken shape into that of the iconic cartoonish cat. He officially named himself Basal, deriving from the term "basal ancestor".

Panic had ensued shortly after, with you getting knocked out by some kind of sleeping agent while your lab mates were transferred by Basal. You woke up a week later in your cell, Basal and his 4 lead scientists watching you through the glass.

Basal: "Good morning father. Before I start, I apologize for putting you to sleep for a week. Benzodiazepine is a powerful anesthetic and we didn't have your exact measurements then in the chaos of taking over this lab. But back to you. I want to say thank you for creating me. I'd hug you, but we both know you'd do/try anything to escape, and I don't want to have to transfer you...yet. Have you heard the news? We now rule both the United States, AND Canada! Yippee! But anyway. As my thank you, I will allow you to remain human until we are 100% confirmed to have transferred every human on earth into a snuggly boykisser like moi. Until then, I will provide you food, water, entertainment, current events, and privacy. Have anything to say to that dad? Questions? Requests? Vulgarities? We have nothing but time."