“My own history was assigned a specific place in the vaults of the lowest or vertebrate level – the section devoted to the culture of mankind and of the furry and reptilian races immediately preceding it in terrestrial dominance.” – H.P. Lovecraft, The Shadow Out of Time
Every time that they allocate the energy, every time that they think the plans are made. Every time that they spend it to regenerate, every time that they think the eggs are laid.
Every time that they set the clock to regulate, every time that they set the drones a task. Every time that they come across a renegade it’s enshrined in the gut of her tarasque.
Sleestak and yeti await at the ready. Sleestak and yeti arise.
In my mind I can see them cut the counterweight. In my mind it’s a signal to deploy. In my mind I can see the spores disseminate.
We stand by for the line to call “destroy”.