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A Worm is a Bird and Other Bad<br />
The controls feel heavy, but she pulls them down until the ship stops<br />
vibrating. It stabilises, and begins to climb upwards as she steers it.<br />
Genevieve lets out a cry of relief, still firing indiscriminately at anything that<br />
moves outside of the ship. She says to Deckard. “Stay just below the clouds<br />
so I can see anything that crawls from the earth, and blast it into the sky.”<br />
Deckard smiles, for the first time, in a while and jokes. “Are you always this<br />
dramatic?”<br />
Genevieve grins, and says quite coolly. “It’s been a dramatic day!”<br />
Deckard looks outside, along with the others. There are worms all around,<br />
being elevated, broken up and burnt, like before. It’s like a fireworks display,<br />
during daytime. She hasn’t been to one of those since she was Genevieve’s<br />
age. She was a civilian back then, but things change. She concentrates on<br />
steering, despite the worm’s sudden aversion, but turns to Moreau, the man<br />
with the brains. Hopefully. “Professor, any plans?”<br />
He nods, and points towards the horizon, where the land swiftly turns from<br />
earth to sea, revealing how fast this ship travels in a matter of moments. He<br />
mumbles. “Head South, towards Antarctica.”<br />
She waits for an explanation, but Moreau stands up, motions for Christophe to<br />
take his place beside the machine gun, says absently. “Just point and shoot!”<br />
Christophe pulls a face as Genevieve laughs at him. “Pretend it’s a mop!”<br />
Deckard focuses on steering southwards, across the Mediterranean, as<br />
Professor Moreau sits down, perspiration dripping down his forehead. He<br />
wipes it with a handkerchief and lights up a cigar. He’s a man who looks like<br />
he’s had a few heart attacks in his long lifetime. Antarctica is where the first<br />
worms appeared. It’s a no fly zone, in fact no Zeppelins came back from there<br />
with human crews, or so it was rumored. “Antarctica? You are mad!”<br />
Professor Moreau looks quite the opposite, as he watches the worms burning.<br />
“You should know as a Zeppelin Captain, this infestation originated from<br />
there.”<br />
She nods. “Yes.”<br />
The first sign of North African land, skims by, as the ship accelerates past the<br />
Sahara, past South Africa, every worm flying upwards, as this ship drags<br />
them to their death, like a reaper, calling locusts back to heaven by the<br />
millions. She warns. “Antarctica’s supposed to be impregnable!” Her own<br />
ship had been diverted from that region, several months ago, when the<br />
plague first broke out.<br />
Moreau continues, “I didn’t plan to be onboard, when this day came, but if we<br />
can find the factory, maybe we can survive long enough to stop production.”<br />
(<strong>CIRKUMFLEKS</strong>)<strong>Magazine</strong> 2.2012