On a planet that will never show up on a star chart because of its diminutive size, one would look for life forms on this satellite; not with a telescope but, rather, with an electron microscope. The creatures that inhabit this vessel are absolutely tiny: in the range of 300 to 5 nanometers, or billionths of a meter. That is smaller than the wavelength of visible light and hence needs electrons thrown at it to make its shape known to the human eye. These little critters are composed of organic atoms that must contain some carbon atoms combined with hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen, and any other element in small quantities, sharing electron orbits that bond all the boys together. These creatures have a strange reproduction process that is unlike most any other in the universe. They do not procreate with each other, but rather utilize the reproductive machinery of the planet itself to replicate. These creatures come in a multitude of sizes, shapes and species and their itineraries are simple: just reproduce. No jobs, no pay, and no partying. Just float around until you find your planet’s access ports, diffuse inside, and let your Planet’s essence replicate until its walls rupture with your prolific offspring. After this, the Planet will call up its internal soldiers to quell this uprising, but the brood has already launched attacks on other access ports and the whole mess is awash with conflict and battle. In the end the Long Planet tries to flood out the invaders, but its General is stupid, and it drowns out its own command and support centers throughout the body. Those tiny pieces of organic soldiers without arms, legs, or a brain has caused the enemy to kill itself. Gravity topples over one of the Long Planets that circles the sun, in a non-descript galaxy that has no importance, except to itself. This world soon decays and the victors within rise above the remaining corpse, to drift away on an air current and find another Long Planet to infect. R.I.P. Uncle Bob. 

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