The Progeny

Solar Day 30-42

A bed, a fungi tree structure with ambient-song beetles, and a Myr-ophonic isolation tank were installed at Maxwell's orders over the next several days. The workers were to expeditiously bring the desired objects in but were expected to leave instantly as to not disturb his concentration. Those that managed to get a glimpse reported that the simulacrum was radiating throughout the entire chamber. Queries, theories and sometimes violent debates raged in the Cartographers quarters for each one was dying to know what was going on. However, no one was foolhardy enough to intrude on the Head Scientist's desired privacy. Even the concubine, feeling dejected, tried to muscle her way into the chamber but soon slunk away from Maxwell's wrath. The concubine left the next day with the envoy, planning a tell-all book once the ship touched back down on Glacia.

All to this had gone unnoticed by Maxwell. The swirl grew to such magnificent proportions that it devoured his attention completely. Over days, the land began to seethe beneath the two extra-terrestrials while the storm raged into inky-black hues. Chasms formed and, even more impressively, mountain ranges began to form far from the center of the maelstrom. Maxwell's eyes became black pin-point dots and the images reflected off the ghostly sheen of his face.