"Crippled vestigial ripples of ultraviolet radiation. Monopoly of cricket mating calls over noise traffic. Hmph. Degree of biodiversity inferred, yet not confirmed."
This was probably the most inert section of the constantly-mutating megalopolis, so seemingly distant of being condemned by entropy. None of the massive stone slabs that seemed to grow from the soil, spare a few, would dare to activate their odd photogenic flasks; those of an odd vitric composition and a rather curious, bulbous shape, yet filled with dangerous substances that could cause severe neural damage to any unfortunate inhalers. The fact such a deadly weapon would be flagged as a mere "commodity" in this world was... Nothing diminutive in baffling, yet perhaps understandable. As for the lights that were, indeed, present, they illuminated a path meant for biotic organisms to venture upon, as if they acted as miniaturized astral entities. Perhaps they functioned just as real stars - an omnipresent map to help those in true need of guidance, be it through frivolous spiritism or tangible geography. It, however, also had the potential to be straight path into the utter catastrophe of the cosmos - the star that wasn't so that no others could be.
Some sentient organism had to be bound to find out.
The sound of bare footsteps, still humbled by the concert of arthropods, began to resound faintly through the streets. Its source seemed to be looking for an object of interest - something that could provide information of this particular habitat's ecosystem.
Suddenly, clustered smell.
A path, deprived from light, appeared between two of the massive petrous monoliths that plagued the region. A stench as dense as mercury reeked from the rash between both constructs. The stench was but an amalgamation of multiple other sources of fetid pleasure. Leftovers, health-care waste, hominid excrement (the one of a larva, at that), and...
The rotting.
Steaming.
Ever-so-attractive smell...
Of putrid flesh.
The girl sank into the pitch-dark womb, its fetus apparently rich and strong in its most important respect.
Raw data.
An intense noise of rustling garbage bags soon ensued.
Despite the lack of any form of illumination inside the allleyway, the organism knew what it had to look for. She knew it was there.
The blade to sever the guts off the hounds of ignorance was withing her clutch.
This was probably the most inert section of the constantly-mutating megalopolis, so seemingly distant of being condemned by entropy. None of the massive stone slabs that seemed to grow from the soil, spare a few, would dare to activate their odd photogenic flasks; those of an odd vitric composition and a rather curious, bulbous shape, yet filled with dangerous substances that could cause severe neural damage to any unfortunate inhalers. The fact such a deadly weapon would be flagged as a mere "commodity" in this world was... Nothing diminutive in baffling, yet perhaps understandable. As for the lights that were, indeed, present, they illuminated a path meant for biotic organisms to venture upon, as if they acted as miniaturized astral entities. Perhaps they functioned just as real stars - an omnipresent map to help those in true need of guidance, be it through frivolous spiritism or tangible geography. It, however, also had the potential to be straight path into the utter catastrophe of the cosmos - the star that wasn't so that no others could be.
Some sentient organism had to be bound to find out.
The sound of bare footsteps, still humbled by the concert of arthropods, began to resound faintly through the streets. Its source seemed to be looking for an object of interest - something that could provide information of this particular habitat's ecosystem.
Suddenly, clustered smell.
A path, deprived from light, appeared between two of the massive petrous monoliths that plagued the region. A stench as dense as mercury reeked from the rash between both constructs. The stench was but an amalgamation of multiple other sources of fetid pleasure. Leftovers, health-care waste, hominid excrement (the one of a larva, at that), and...
The rotting.
Steaming.
Ever-so-attractive smell...
Of putrid flesh.
The girl sank into the pitch-dark womb, its fetus apparently rich and strong in its most important respect.
Raw data.
An intense noise of rustling garbage bags soon ensued.
Despite the lack of any form of illumination inside the allleyway, the organism knew what it had to look for. She knew it was there.
The blade to sever the guts off the hounds of ignorance was withing her clutch.
