Scientist
I have been studying the biology of the lost city, Atlantis for the past 18 months. The people of the lost city have a special connection to symmetrical patterns found in biology. They worship these natural reoccurring phenomena, known to the people as Akkosocway. Atlantis has only one unifying symbol of peace, hope, and prosperity, and this symbol is the sativa sienna butterfly. The Atlantians have been farming neon gold caterpillars by the thousands. Possibly tens of thousands. When they weave their cocoon they glow a pulsating golden light. The sativa sienna take 100 years to hatch and all hatch at once on the day of the summer solstice. This is Atlantis’ most holy day. Only one will live to see the next day. And until the next hatching in 100 years. This one butterfly, of golden crisp wings and golden dust trailing behind the wings of the flying butterfly is now under my observation. I have been noticing in my lab, that there is a flavorful smell, potent and crisp. Like a winter breeze in summer. The sativa sienna has been tested to for traces of poison, sexuality and reproduction processes. However our butterfly is neither boy nor girl. The point of interest in my research is not of the “normal” or “average” things that make this butterfly so beautiful, but to understand on how this one butterfly can out live all of its other kind for a hundred years. How come this single butterfly defies nature itself? The answer may fall in the ancient faith of the people. It may be that there is a natural reoccurrence for this to happen and because the city is underwater. The study of this butterfly will take up the rest of my life. I am determined to find this gene that holds this phenomena, clone it and save thousands of peoples lives, and change humanity.
Cat
We mustn’t make noise, HA! We never do, do we? No never. Silence in the shadows is our essence. The shimmering eyes in the light is but a tease. We need to have this; the curiosity is going to kill all nine of us, yet the thumps it makes every time it flutters makes us purr as if we had a hand run down our back. We must stay below our new prey. We will stay below and when it is in between thumps we will swat, with both paws and try to catch one those big eyes. So we shall follow our set of eyes above us for they cannot see below, only above. One two, one two, one two. The time spaced apart is slowing down. We have our chance, take it. Take it.
SPLAT!
“Oh my God! I hit a kitty:(“
Blind Person
She had not seen a thing in 18 years. After her art career was taken away from her, with an acid accident in the printmaking studio, she had redefined her life style, with white. White dresses, white sunglasses (with white lens’), white shoes, and a white apartment, white everything. Her lover thought she was crazy and left. Her life style was far from insanity however, and more so looked at as iconic, fashionable, and turn of the century. Her financial issues were never issues for the lawsuit she had won for the accident had given her a push for her carrier as a writer. She had changed her lifestyle, ways of thinking creating, and needed a name, so she legally changed it to Monarch, for reasons later explained. Her books were of creativity and inspiration to those who were searching to open up their minds by shutting your eyes. Her so called insanity and obsession of white was a philosophy and belief for everything can be manipulated or created to change. To create a new, for if everything is blank, anything can be made into what Monarch saw with her new vision. Our Monarch of white everything had many colors in her third eye, and with her colors she had taken on a new approach to experiencing the world. A butterfly was nothing but her third eye, her nature and her new set of eyes. For an eye on each wing is a set of eyes. A set of eyes with more color than any pallet or rainbow. Monarch seen everything in color with two eyes just like how she used to see.
Space Alien
We gather our council of Universal Biological Science on this hour to analyze the simply symmetrical biology of a planet earths, infestation of what they call “butterflies”. We have seemed to find that these butterflies go through a process of metamorphosis, much like our own species, but on molecular levels much lower. In this case the butterflies have inhabited earth as one of the oldest still existing organisms that this planet produces. Note that we find, once again, symmetry. This is what we have traveled here for. This is our mission, to encrypt our artificial intelligence with a mirroring system to cloak our systems from the sentinels. Sentinels have been threatening been raging war with our people for far to long, and this DNA is our way of winning. The sentinels will not be able to see in such simple dimensions of the 2d patterns on a 3d mass. Sentinals will automatically see the fourth and fifth dementions and pass through our AI’s without ever tracing it. With this we will win, with this we will survive.
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