Xerox looked beyond the Fax Mountains, solemnly wondering that their would be yet more invasions, more powerful than the Balang, far more competent in war. Xe strained Xer mind to remember the words of the shamans, teachers rather, who had whispered dark prophecies when the moon shined red. Would Xe meet Xer doom out there? Or would Xe be the doom of the world? ---Chapter 2

Before moving on, I feel there's a certain someone, Steve Jobs, a Balang himself, Great Bearer of fruit for college students, that should be mentioned in Xerox's life, but only in brief and perhaps elaborated on a bit later as to save time at the present moment to prevent this from becoming a vast tale of telecommunications. Steve taught Xer that in order to be the best selling useful piece of technology in the dominant capitalist market on the globe in which they both existed, Xe must try and be as relatable to the Balang as possible while still being Xerself and a perfect piece of technology all at once at the same time all at once. Frustrated at the possibility of never being able to please the balang, Xerox, disgruntled, looked to Xer future and found something from Xer past: Xerox will forever be a last minute rush trickster, a not-so-kind warning to those who wait just too long.