BACK AGAIN. STILL trying to sort this thing out.
See, I think people’s problem is, they’re paralyzed by disbelief.
A vamp is some guy in a satin cape. Slicked-back hair, white makeup, funny accent. Two holes in the neck, and he turns into a bat, flies away.
I’ve seen that movie, right? Whatever.
Okay. Now look up Sacculina.
What the hell, you’re already on the Internet anyway.
Go ahead. I did.
You back already? Good.
Now you know that Sacculina is a genus of parasitic barnacles that attack crabs.
And who cares, right? Why am I wasting your time?
What the female Sacculina does after her larva molts is she injects herself into the crab’s body through a vulne
rable joint in its armor. She gets in there and begins sprouting these root-like appendages that spread all throughout the crab’s body, even around its eyestalks.
Now, once the crab’s body is enslaved, the female then emerges as a sac. The male Sacculina joins her now, and guess what? Mating time.
Eggs incubate and mature inside the hostage crab, which is forced to devote all its energy to caring for this family of parasites that controls it.
The crab is a host. A drone. Utterly possessed by this different species, and compelled to care for the invader’s eggs as if they were its own.
Who cares, right? Barnacles and crabs?
My point is: there are plenty of examples of this in nature.
Creatures invading bodies of species completely unlike their own and changing their essential function.
It’s proven. It’s known.
And yet we believe we’re above all this. We’re humans, right? Top of the food chain. We eat, we don’t get eaten. We take, not get taken.
It’s said that Copernicus (I can’t be the only one who thought it was Galileo) took Earth out of the center of the universe.
And Darwin took humans out of the center of the living world.
So why do we still insist on believing we are somehow something more than animals?
Look at us. Essentially a collection of cells coordinated by chemical signals.
What if some invading organism seized control of these signals? Started to take us over, one by one. Rewriting our very nature, converting us to their own means?
Impossible, you say?
Why? You think the human race is “too big to fail”?
Okay. Now stop reading this. Stop cruising the Internet for answers and go out and grab yourself some silver and rise up against these things—before it is too late.
The Black Forest Solutions Facility
GABRIEL BOLIVAR, THE only remaining member of the original four “survivors” of Regis Air Flight 753, waited in a dirt-walled hollow deep beneath the drainage floor of Slaughterhouse #3, two stories below the Black Forest Solutions meatpacking facility.