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I feared the worst after leaving the Wee Folk to there own devices for a week. I was pleasantly surprised to find that the house was still standing. The office itself is a complete shambles, with the desk at the epicenter nothing more than a smoking pile of splinters. Fortunately, I'd had the forethought to move the computer to a different room before I left. Of the Wee Folk, there is no sign whatever. I suspect they were all slaughtered in a frenzy of mutual annihilation. I can pretty much read from my own glow after the battery of tests and x-rays and "imaging" I've been subjected to over the past week. I'd always been taught that radiation is unhealthy. Apparently its harmless in the hands of Medical Professionals. Still, the neighbours cross the street to avoid my Green Glowing Aura when I go for my late night walks, and they won't let their children play with me. Not that they ever did.   The wonderful world of genetic engineering looks like its about to bite mother nature in the ass but good. Everyone's favorite evil megalithic multi-national of doom, Monsanto Pharma Chem started releasing its genetically engineered "Roundup Ready" brand of crop seeds a few years ago. When their Super-Seed Canola migrated and took over a Saskatchewan farmer's canola crop, Monsanto promptly sued the farmer into bankruptcy for Patent Infringement. In the suit, Monsanto stated that the farmer's claim that the Super Canola had taken over his existing crop were ridiculous. As part of the court ruling, the farmer was forced to destroy his crop and any seed stockpiles. As the crop proved to be resistent to any and all forms of herbicide, a team had to be dispatched to uproot every single canola plant by hand. When spring hit, it turned out the most drastic chemical and direct physical methods of eradicating the crop had proven insuficient, as the hardy gen-engineered super seed sprouted yet again. Monsanto is said to be considering further legal action against the hapless farmer for continued patent violations. I wonder if its my imagination, but I could swear I hear faint noises eminating from the charred rubble that was once my desk. I stop for a moment to stare intently at the wreckage for any signs of movement, but notice none. But I'm not fooled. I know those wee little buggers are probably as indestructible as Monsanto Canola. They've probably just reverted to some kind of underground warfare.   |
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