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A Worm is a Bird and Other Bad<br />
Deckard retorts, “That’s very encouraging!”<br />
Christophe and Genevieve say together, “Icebergs!”<br />
Moreau jumps out of his seat. “Stop the ship!”<br />
Deckard has no idea how to stop. “How?” Genevieve flips a control, and the<br />
ship hovers over the open ocean.<br />
Moreau points at something in the South, jutting from the water, a hundred<br />
miles high, so high in fact, its peak skims the clouds. “There it is!” He<br />
screams, at Genevieve, “Sergeant Lambert, full power to the anti gravity<br />
device! I want to wipe these things off the planet!” It looks like a giant<br />
iceberg, but it’s teaming with holes, and inside can be seen billions of<br />
mechanical worms.<br />
Deckard says, almost to herself, out of shock, “A worm factory!”<br />
Genevieve begins firing, at the giant factory, as the mechanical worms team<br />
out, towards the tiny ship. The anti gravity device lifts the worms upwards,<br />
until they cascade like a carpet of serpents, mechanical bones crunching as<br />
the atmosphere burns them into innocent flashes.<br />
The factory remains intact, sitting quite smugly as if it has some awareness of<br />
its menace. Deckard steers the ship nearer, past stray worms, as they<br />
pummel against the sides, making the ship spin, into unwelcome turbulence.<br />
Moreau cries, “Force fields!” Everything inside goes dark, steam bellows from<br />
the engine, before the power returns, and the generator charges the force<br />
field, making the worms ricochet off the sides, into the sky.<br />
Deckard hollers, “How do you plan to destroy it?”<br />
Moreau removes his cigar. “The opposite of ice, Captain, good old fashioned<br />
fire!”<br />
The ship emits another noise, and the crew covers their eyes, as a light,<br />
sweeps all trace of the landscape. When the whiteness fades, Deckard hears<br />
her companions screaming, but in euphoria, rather than its opposite. She<br />
joins them, watching as the ice factory crumbles into the ocean, little worm<br />
workers tumbling, like in some apocalyptic painting she saw in The Tate as a<br />
girl, although God has no part in this, machine induced justice. She laughs,<br />
“Looks like it’s bird over worm, machine beats machine.” She sits back, with<br />
the others and remembers Paris burning, toasts her crew, silently, and hopes<br />
there’s enough left of the world to call this victory.<br />
(<strong>CIRKUMFLEKS</strong>)<strong>Magazine</strong> 2.2012