The archaea commands me. I am a slave and a host. I am terrifyingly self-conscious. I fear that my mind is now lost. I am no longer in control of decisions. Influence devours my soul. Emboldened I must try to save them. But a part of me wants them dead. The others! Anxious handshakes and scared greetings exchanged. My hands secretly secreting toxins to spread the archaea. Now I speak only gibberish. Now they are feverish. Jabberwocky! Hosts for archaea. See the jaws that bite! Beware the claws that catch! Jabberwocky! The dragon is painted on the inside of my eye. I lay writhing on the floor, sweating blood; it is colourful. It's vibrancy lets me express my decay. In a fetal pose with my head in my hands, I am falling faster and faster into the madness. As the Earth's director of science flew back home, she was beleaguered by the Jabberwock. Soaring beside her escape vessel. She was pierced by the Vorpal Blade. So sick. She's dying. Crash landing inevitable. She becomes one with the mountain face. Photosensitive neurotoxins. She climbs up and up towards the sun. Decaying flesh stringing to her bones, she ascends the boulderous cliff. Overlooking the research facility below, the archaea breaks down all her proteins. The end of her climb and her physical being. She digs her hands and feet into the stone ledge. She is liquified. Mercilessly. Her friends are climbing up to save her. She literally rains down, dooming them all.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
