Fear of the Spork

“My theory? These are what kept humans from dying out like the Torgal.” Ambassador Zarlec pointed a spindly finger at a cabinet. “Spoons?” “Not just spoons. Horn spoons. Wooden spoons.” “And…?” The ambassador’s eyes flickered grey with embarrassment. “If you focus the emitter from a portable scanner just right, you can make metal twist. When … Continue reading Fear of the Spork