″That's all you need to know.″ Momo said nothing, just waited.
″I don't understand you,″ said the voice. ″Think of yourself and your friends.
Why worry about Professor Hora? He's old enough to look after himself.
Besides, if he's sensible and cooperates nicely, we won't harm a hair of his head. If not, we have ways of making him.″
Momo's lips were blue with cold. ″Making him do what?″ she asked. The voice sounded suddenly shrill and strained.
″We're tired of collecting people's time by the hour, minute and second. We want all of it right away, and Hora's got to hand it over!″
Horrified, Momo stared into the darkness beyond the ring of headlights.
″What about the people it belongs to?″ she asked. ″What will happen to them?″ ″People?″ The voice rose to a scream and broke.
″People have been obsolete for years. They've made the world a place where there's no room left for their own kind. We shall rule the world!″
By now the cold was so intense that Momo could barely move her lips, let alone speak.
Never fear, though, little Momo,the voice went on, abruptly becoming gentle and almost coaxing,
that naturally won't apply to you and your friends. You'll be the last and only people on earth to play games and tell stories.
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