Here`s how Awf`ly Wee Billy of Nac Mac Feegles describes a hiver:
It creeps in, ye ken. It looks for folks wi` power and strength. Kings, ye ken, magicians, leaders. They say that way back in time, afore there wuz people, it live in beasts. The strongest beasts, ye ken, the one wi` big, big teeths. An` when it finds ye, it waits for a chance tae creep intae your head and it becomes ye. /.../ Wi` your memories an` all. Only... it changes ye. It gives ye a lot o` power, but it takes ye over, makes ye its own. An` the last wee bit of ye that still is ye... well, that`ll fight and fight, mebbe, but it will dwindle and dwindle until it`s a` gone an` ye`re just a memory...
Terry Pratchett
Looking at what`s been happening recently, and not so recently, it seems our poor beautiful planet has been heavily hivered. Powers That Be have always been crazy, more or less, but now most of them seem to be demented, and not just in Russia (though there first and foremost), but this side of the Pond for sure, and the other side most likely.
Some say it`s reptiloids, but what if it is hivers, after all? You can kill a reptiloid, but you cannot kill a hiver.
Must mean we are doomed...