Oratio Brevis

The sun has gone down and all is quiet. The heat has not only dissipated in the evenings but the days are cool and life is springing up from the ground inside the Messocosoms. There’s a bustling outside my window because the younglings have started migrating back into the valley. They seem to change shape slightly every year, or perhaps it’s that my memory is warping with every passing season. Sometimes one of them will pass me and I’ll feel a painful hunger to devour a few of them. I move on. I remember that I’m a vegetarian … a bear killing vegetarian that eats fish. A pescatarian avenger!

A demented stranger who hobbles on, hunches over, and reflects. There’s no victory to be had here.

Things have been moving along fairly smoothly with the experiment. The mesocosoms are performing beautifully again and the smell of green air is on the horizon. We’re having to tamper with our systems outside less because of the Troll Traps we set. I’m not sure how many we’ve killed. The Dwarfs take care of that mess. I don’t like to look at them. No doubt there will be blow back, but when they took our central chiller unit down without us knowing we couldn’t let these things slide any longer. Breaking systems of that nature demands blood. Once they figure out the traps they’ll recuperate and that will be the end of this slow period. Then it will be back to twisting through plants, wires, computer chips, and scraping flesh exposing burns from my left hand again. Trolls.

There’s hope on the horizon. News from the east has come in about many exciting projects. Will write more about that later.