I stare at the seed, which has taken the transparent form of a woman across the street. She’s maliciously beautiful. Our eyes, if you could call hers eyes, lock for sometime before her face begins to contort as she shifts into the shadow of a dog and takes off.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve unleashed?” asks the man next to me.
Christ, I didn’t even know he was there. “Yes,” I say without turning.
I know who the man is, but I don’t want to see his face. Metal and glass collide somewhere down the block, and both of us know what caused it. Soon the entire city will fall to the ground; the Seed will multiply, and other cities will fall until there’s nothing left. Why did we develop such a thing?
Suddenly, I feel the press of a cold steel cylinder on my back. We don’t exchange words before he pulls the trigger.
The End
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