(chemical ch. 2)
How far could they evolve over millions of years?
My eyes are dragging themselves to the ground. Before I know it I'm on the floor crawling. Am I a termite? No, this wood does not seem very appetizing. I sniff the floor, no, no particular scent. This floor only has one element, cold. That's the only sense I can release from it. Here come the brain scans. Whoosh! Your brain is the river raft. Whoosh! The fluid is swishing all around, these are good spasms. Whoosh! . .
"This isn't an authorized landing zone! This is my fucking land, what are you doing here?"
I reached into my pocket as to make him think I was going to pay him. He got a slight grin and moved towards me, two meters. I reached my right hand out, grab his throat, my left hand comes out of my pocket and give him a hard blow to the stomach. He bends down as my arm raises, my elbow catches his chin. Snap. It breaks his neck...
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