Opening Narration: You do not know these men. You may have looked at them, but you did not see them. They are newspapers blowing down a gutter on a windy night. For reasons both sociological and psychological these three have never joined or been invited to join society. They have never experienced love and friendship or formed any lasting or constructive relationship. But today, at last, they will become a part of something. They will belong. They will come a little bit closer to their unrealistic dreams of power and glory. Today, finally, they will join the hu... I almost said the human race. And that would have been a half-truth. For the race they are joining... is only half-human...
Closing Narration: You do not know these men. You may have looked at them, but you did not see them. They are the wind that blows newspapers down a gutter on a windy night... and sweeps the gutter clean.
Governor Lawrence K. Hillmond: We were conceived in the nothingness of space, sired by a satyr of cosmic energy, formed by the coming together of sick, nameless nuclei that waited a billion, billion years for that precise, ungodly moment. We fell to Earth, and the velocity of that fall quickened the seed of intellect at the same time it stunted the evolution of our primitive form.