The news had been the usual, wars, politicians, hottest day on record, microplastics in your balls. "In your balls!". Now in the dark Derrick stared at the ceiling, the dim purple glow of the city's many lights insinuating its way through the gap in the curtain even up here in this 70's pissant excuse for high rise, high tech, high brutalist and highly full of borderline personality habitation.
Really now, in your balls?!
The documentary had been good though, Dinosaurs.
Hah. Imagining the miasma of these ancient animals, that oil, refined, to create these plastics... clumping and growing slowly inside, absorbing in was easy.
A tumor of Stegosaurus here, a tiny change in DNA of T-Rex there. Soon, soon he'd show them. Get up to the roof, stare at the ants running and screaming below. Yeah. He rolled over. "in your balls" he chuckled...
