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We hunted down our project partner, a lovely person impassioned with the impertinence of the invasion, in the early morning. From her we learned the features to look out for, the slight deviations that separated them from the natives, turning a sea of green into a jungle of details.
Their success was also their error; the rampant and one-sided victory for sun and space was met with us, giants who rain blue poison, their chemistry meeting ours, until they were soaked to the root. Oxeye daisy, knapweed, thistles, mullein. We found them, blankets of species woven together into an enormous, cancerous quilt that threatened the millennia of balance, to overtake the mountains, to choke the rivers, to make the land toxic and monocultured.
We used our dark arts of chemistry, our perfectly proportioned poison potion, to target and kill innumerable successes of nature. We used our maps and technology to plot their positions, creating the larger picture, figuring out the stakes, and planning for the far future. We will sweep our art across this ancient world, painting blue onto the green to change the tapestry of the globe at large.
I liked enchilada night at the Spotted Bear Ranger Station.
