Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Timed Writing: 12/24/2011

Time: 10 minutes
Prompt: Darkness that encroaches
Source: Lucretius, On the Nature of Things


Darkness that encroaches like the invader's bugbots spreads through the camp at sundown. There is little dusk in these southern lands and we are forced to rely on infrared spectral scanners for nearly half of each day's hours. The bugbots do emit a heat signature, but it is minimal -- far lower than that of the endemic fauna of the soil. Thus, with nightfall, the bots can move about nearly undetected. We only know of their presence because we occasionally tread upon one, disabling it. We know not what mischief they are about, whether they merely surveille us or whether they work some greater harm that we have yet to discover. You may well ask why we do not simply keep the grounds illuminated trhoguht the night, as these bots can be seen with the unaided eye, given adequate light. Recall though, the nature of our enemies themselves, and the narrow range of light intensities in which they seem fit to do battle. In utter darkness we have never been attacked, nor in the bright of day; but when fighting raged in the northern climes, these creatures were all too willing to engage us at dusk, and we learned quite early in this campaign that artificial illumination is similarly conducive to their most aggressive behaviors.

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