Trap Hatch

H.M.S. Posseidon red valve escape hatch, hot steam prevents escape, steel encloses soft organisms, organisms outside use steel against steel to surgically remove organisms from the mechanical beast created by the organisms, organisms enclosed weep salty moisture because mothership weeps salty moisture that overwhelms the very tiny organisms, but the organisms escape the wrath of weeps as they chopper away in the sky of the mothership, wiping away their discharges, pressing aginst the soft tissue that covers their delicate eyes, bursting thousands of cappilaries, drowning the cells that make up their organism in blood, dehydrate with salt to coagulate, clog pours, replenish with more moisture, moisture dries, salty eyes.

Trouble Breathing

Somebody in The Administration is having trouble breathing. Maybe this will be the segway to better or worse things. Say he stopped breathing, would the freight train stop or would it derail from the mindless roots of a tough Shrub, plowing into some low-income neighborhood, carrying a load of chemicals or nuclear waste to be spilled all over the place.

Maybe it would happen at night, while everyone sleeps, or in the terror of the day, when the children are walking home from school; a gigantic steel-reinforced vile tumbles down a hill, the movement causes a chemical reaction and the critical forces rip through the weak points of the container. The children hear the skreech from the train, and hear a thunderous toumbling followed by a large pop; a piece of large metal seers through the air and slices through the upper torso of Gregor, Kenneth's older brother of ten years, they were holding hands when it happened, and then young kinder Kenny was left holding his older brother's forearm, but he dropped it almost immediately when he felt the pain in his upper left arm, which had been sliced into from the edge of the shraptnel. When Kenneth clutched the wound in pain, he looked as anybody would have, but was distracted as his eyes passed over the bottom-half of his human brother, sliced right beneath the heart, Kenneth knew this unconciously as he followed the small bits of blood which lead to the upper half of his brother, who's heart had fallen out of the body and onto the black asphalt... Kenny fainted from shock at this point, his stuffed LLBean back-pack that had his name on it, encouraged Kenny's little weight to fall backwards, his folders and plastic crayon box would cushion his fall a bit, but Kenny wouldn't have felt anything anyway; after two minutes, the chemicals that were now quickly spreading through the air, would find their way down the young boy's trachaea and into his lungs, where they would simmer through the soft walls, releasing air pressure into the outer lung cavity, but not before burning into shrivels the thousands of little sacks that would leak some air into his blood stream; his lungs would soon fill with his own blood, which would coagulate from the overwhelmence of chemicals.

His human body, his own human being, would turn into a sluge of waste that would have to be properly handled because of it's contamination of bad synthetic waste; the chemicals would probably have had enough time to enter some of his blood stream, slowly burning away the thin walls of his veins; his brain cells that make up his memories of Gregor, his hopes of one day becoming as big as his brother, everything in the world to Kennith, would be quickly attacked and then gone, never to be brought back because of their physical state, his brain would prune and shrivel and then maybe it wouldn't matter anymore to him. Maybe if the chemicals attacked his nerves first, then he might not have felt any pain when he started having trouble breathing, but I guess nobody knows for sure.