Monday, May 09, 2011
Tulips of Mass Destruction
The distant planet turned slowly. A planet of stillness and dirt.
Two shapes moved in the laboratory made of mineral and ore.
"Is that the specimen?" one said.
"Yes," said the other. "Do not touch the containment lenses."
"It's not moving."
"No. Containment is intact."
"What are those structures? They spread into the soil. Feeding from it."
"Terrible aren't they? And fast. Very, very fast."
"How long before it can be weaponized?"
One shape pulled back.
"This is the second specimen. The first has already been loaded, targeted, and delivered."
Across the planet of dirt, in the slow cycle of rain, tulips rooted faster than the slow world had ever seen.
Millions of shapes could no longer move. Millions of deaths became beautiful red blooms.