I detested that place. The insanity of it. The great eye staring down at us. The discoloured water. The bizarre trees. The fruit that asked what bloody time it was. The little thorny creature that escaped the fire. Most of all I hated the people offering up stupid prayers to a creature that wouldn’t even notice when it stepped on them. Do you think ants pray to terrans? Do you think they worship the boot that squashes them? No. They’re smarter than that, than us. Ants know the inexorable truth of the situation: big thing from sky means danger, get the fuck out of the way.
