In a few hours the retrovirus was in production. Tanker trucks from all corners of the city migrated to the airfields. What a sight to behold; people coming from all over with a single purpose. Their collective world turned upside down when nature turned. They would do anything to put things back to normal.
I fought to still myself. The important work was in the hands of scientists and engineers while I stood guard. Meanwhile there was a city under siege. People and their children weren’t hiding from dogs and cats alone, but racoons, birds, rodents, and more. The animal kingdom was gifted power it couldn’t understand.
The convoy barreled down the winding dirt trail toward the grass strip. To one side was the gritty aluminium hanger, home to a range of museum pieces that passed for aircraft. Humble as they were, they were the key to salvation.
Dr. Storm explained, “the national guard are moving helicopters as we speak. In the meantime we use crop dusters and skywriting planes to deliver an initial payload. The sooner we start, the more effect it will have long term.”
My job, she said, was to keep them in the air. Sparrows had the potential of missiles, or worse. And who could say what other nasties moved between the clouds? Continue reading “Glimmer Girl #21 – “The Reign of Cats and Dogs” (Part 5)”
For the second time in as many months the staff at InfiniTech were audience to the impossible. First it came in the form of a disgruntled zealot folding the universe. Next was the evolution of Milestone City’s fauna. A process taking millions of years of genetic trial and error leaped forward in the space of a morning. How was such a thing possible?
Dr. Storm and her team had theories, of course. They developed working models to explain animal cells adapting at an accelerated pace. To do so required incredible energy – no doubt from space – but the means to measure it evaded them. In hours men, women and others made incredible discoveries. Still few could determine the how and why of the event, let alone a potential resolution.
The doctor sat with knees propped on a chair, offering vantage enough to peer down a microscope. Her hazmat suit crunched as she reached for a recording device and held it to the clear plastic of her visor.
“Every cell – blood, platelets, muscle – have adopted metaplasic qualities,” she said. “It’s like watching a transubstantiation of species in real time! The formation of a whole new genus inside of a single subject! I love it as much as it scares the hell out of me.”
She shifted the focus and observed. Twisting ovals swam under the lens in ways alien to anything she’d seen before. Continue reading “Glimmer Girl #20 – “The Reign of Cats and Dogs” (Part 4)”
There was a smile waiting at the end of the rainbow; or rather the end of red beam. It belonged to a short, stocky woman with wild, purple hair. ‘Bisexual pride’ badges littered her lab coat. She appeared younger than her cohorts, and beamed with every tooth in her mouth.
“Glimmer Girl! Holy wow, it’s really you!”
Together with a skeleton crew of engineers she backed away, giving me room to land. They surrounded a wide steel cylinder that stood at the height of a person. To one side sat fastened an engine. Snakes of power cables lead into the unassuming office building where they’d set up. On the other was the stenciled logo to which they belonged – InfiniTech Labs.
“Dr. Stefanie Storm,” she said, offering her hand. “I’m a huge fan. You’re on my underwear!” She retreated between her shoulders and winced. “That… sounded different in my head.”
I blinked. “There’s Glimmer Girl merch?” Continue reading “Glimmer Girl #19 – “The Reign of Cats and Dogs” (Part 3)”