But like all of us, Vinson delivered the dead bodies he created to our parasites, the imps; bodies for disposal which would otherwise rot in plain sight of Mankind, be pondered and investigated. Exposed corpses were too dangerous for us, a tiny minority stalking the world of fragile mortals. Buried bodies were discovered too often. And new technology? iPhones with cameras, still shots or videos uploaded for eternity on the internet highway revealed us to the billions of spiteful people on the planet, the villagers with pitchforks.-Parasites: A Tale of Route 66