Specie Unknown

Just a casual experiment, a new direction, a bit of slime, residue of past process left unattended in a remote corner obscure, to grow, to morph, divide in diverse pattern. Smaller than simple sight by naked eye, infinitesimal in worlds order, just one cell. Born of circumstance by casual curiosity, by result of neglect, a consequential oversight. To prosper the purpose at hand, colony in design, expansion, interaction, ever in evolution. Spreading on the folly of a breeze, to float unseen from confines to new environments. In nights breeze colony design evolves, colonize, a world beckons in promise to the pattern of dispersal. Awareness, we are unchallenged, a specie unknown. boundaries are nonexistent, opportunities boundless. Self preservation the first purpose of existence, no malicious intent in the destruction by result. Dominance of specie, only the strong survive, we are classified, a new viral strain; human. Robert Gene Stoner Jr © 3/23/16