Oh, dear, he thought as the figure slowly became two. He quickly dialed the doctor.
“The results aren’t quite what we expected. What’s our plan B?”
My job here is done, I thought, glancing over my shoulder at the devastation. I flipped the switch. The pod lifted into the air.
I shrugged. They had done it to themselves, really. I’d only planted a seed. These humans were such volatile creatures.
I radioed home, “Planet Earth cleared for resettlement.”
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