Xradio Wave
They looked at each other, not as if they didn't exist to one another, but as if existence itself had become their matchmaker. Their focus had been directed at adversarial against the rigors, climate and its incessant changes; the occurance of the other hadn't existed for a long time. A definite feeling, as if to be forced into being someone's personal poet now exists, possibly because of some supreme newfound knowledge via Xradio.
Cooper sat waiting for her form to be called back. He muttered something to himself about all the life forms, marine and terrestrial, he had known in his lifetime. His thoughts embraced each other. "You know she is your best hope." He stared into the darkness. Best hope for what? He sought refuge in her viciousness; she could save him from overwhelming commonality.
In scientific circles, she was a brilliant outsider but not a foreigner to the gene therapy wars. Her inner content now has nothing to do with her outer design. She gives him that look from the pitch black; the look of someone who had read their own obituary after being mistakenly reported dead.
Yes, millions of years and jungles still retain capacity to enchant and frighten.
"You'd better go," he said.
