PART III
Material disposition causing rays of obnoxious pink light transmitting directly into the upper eye. Four of the smallest minds gathered around a lightly packed picnic box to once again handover the knowledge they had unearthed. It was a smooth handover and the time was etched into their scrolls to signal the success of the operation. The picnic ended with a quiet hum and the chant rang through the barren land as a fragile reminder of the persistence of life on the planet. The unused satellite dish began to creak into place, ready for the events of the night to unfold as they had done for eons.
THE PROJECT
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