To domesticate plants is to give rise to civilization.
A rain of killer molecules, meant to fight off plagues, now sweeps across our time — recklessly wiping out insects, butterflies, bees, birds, bats, lakes, streams, and rivers.
Before wheat, plants, and flowers turn to dust, the soil — in an extraordinary electric discharge — calls upon all the healing forces of creation. It chews and spits out every micro-stain.
An infinity of hybrid flowers bursts open like books — part plant, part metal.
Standing tall and proud, these protectors smile at humankind — those frustrated trees — they answer disappearance with gentle sound waves, and launch into the sky a fleet of new-age pterosaurs: golden, copper-toned, half-drone bees, electronic butterflies, bionic bats and pipistrelles that whistle and swirl through the skies of our countryside.
