Outside the ship, clinging to the hull while tucked between a landing strut and The Lazy Susan‘s underside, a figure remained. The lack of oxygen and freezing temperatures didn’t affect it as the landing strut was sealed inside the ship.
Nothing bothered it, and the only thing on its mind was to infect, to replicate as the designers of the virus programmed it to do.
With the compartment sealed it waited. The time when it could move undetected was coming soon, and then it would continue spreading itself as it was designed.
Another ship, another world. The spread would continue.
Published on August 31, 2025 10:00