Article: 261542 of talk.bizarre From: Andrew Solberg <firstname.lastname@example.org> Newsgroups: talk.bizarre Subject: 66x100 Date: 1 Dec 1995 21:39:07 -0500 Organization: iTRiBE Mail to News Gateway Lines: 27 Sender: email@example.com Message-ID: <firstname.lastname@example.org> X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL23] X-Provider: iTRiBE, Inc <URL: http://www.itribe.net/> X-Gateway: Posted via the iTRiBE News<->Email gateway X-Disclaimer: iTRiBE, Inc. neither endorses nor assumes any responsibility for the contents of this posting. Status: O PINECONE ******** The forest was dying. A small brush fire, fanned by high winds and fed by three dry seasons' dead wood, had blossomed into an inferno miles across. The animals had fled, and the old-growth conifers were left to burn. Triggered by heat, the pinecones opened to drop seeds to the ground. - * - The planet was dying. The aliens had unleashed nanites that could transform oxygen into carbon monoxide, and the atmosphere was swiftly becoming poisonous. In tens and hundreds, boarding any vessel they could, humanity fled its homeworld just ahead of extermination. The pinecone opened, and we scattered to the stars. -- This post is COPYRIGHT 1995, Andrew Solberg. All rights reserved. Standard usenet distribution is acceptable; other forms of reproduction or reprinting may be considered in violation of international copyright law. Andrew Solberg is HWRNMNBSOL: email@example.com, Math Dept., Rice U.