CATCH 2: Coming to the Imperial Information Coretex in the new year...
Life, in all it's ever wondrous, albeit sometimes unclean and heretical variety, does have a remarkable tenacity. Whilst bolt and the purity of fire does much to reduce the numbers of some of the wilder species of the galaxy, still they root out an existence the moment the Imperium has to turn it's attention elsewhere. And soon, we shall be studying one of those species, the greenskins.
This summer, as work finally started on tearing down the old IIC television centre in old albion (if you don't know what a television is, probably best not to examine it, it was a particularly low point in the history of humanity) the contractors discovered some damp patches, and in those damp patches, they found life...
Sadly, two of the mould patches didn't survive the transfer from the Good Morning couch, but two patches did. Small patches of mould that we hope will develop into fully fledged greenskins that we can tag, and then release into the wild and follow their exploits. We have called the larger patch Fred, and the smaller patch Barney. The team are very keen to watch them grow.
Of my many, many millennia in the service of the iic and all it's previous iterations (I still call it Aunty whenever I forget the current initials...) this is the most exciting and compelling yet. The greenskins have a fairly brutish society and we wouldn't normally expect hand reared orks to survive, so we're going to cheat, and drop our boys into a younger society, giving them a size advantage and thus prestige among their kin. We shall see how they take to a position of responsibility.
Living in close proximity to the greenskin encampment, this will be a mission fraught with danger for my pictographer crew... naturally I am in no danger, the Emperor decreed back in the second millennia that I was not allowed to die (realising that humanity had got to the sad state of affairs, thanks to television, that about half the developed world gained their entire education from me and my television shows...) Despite my own invincibility, I shall worry for my crew, and thus endeavour to not draw too much attention to our presence...
So, join us in the new year, as we embark on another series of... Living Galaxy...
This summer, as work finally started on tearing down the old IIC television centre in old albion (if you don't know what a television is, probably best not to examine it, it was a particularly low point in the history of humanity) the contractors discovered some damp patches, and in those damp patches, they found life...
Sadly, two of the mould patches didn't survive the transfer from the Good Morning couch, but two patches did. Small patches of mould that we hope will develop into fully fledged greenskins that we can tag, and then release into the wild and follow their exploits. We have called the larger patch Fred, and the smaller patch Barney. The team are very keen to watch them grow.
Of my many, many millennia in the service of the iic and all it's previous iterations (I still call it Aunty whenever I forget the current initials...) this is the most exciting and compelling yet. The greenskins have a fairly brutish society and we wouldn't normally expect hand reared orks to survive, so we're going to cheat, and drop our boys into a younger society, giving them a size advantage and thus prestige among their kin. We shall see how they take to a position of responsibility.
Living in close proximity to the greenskin encampment, this will be a mission fraught with danger for my pictographer crew... naturally I am in no danger, the Emperor decreed back in the second millennia that I was not allowed to die (realising that humanity had got to the sad state of affairs, thanks to television, that about half the developed world gained their entire education from me and my television shows...) Despite my own invincibility, I shall worry for my crew, and thus endeavour to not draw too much attention to our presence...
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| An early mistake when studying tyranids... whilst I survived them becoming aware of our presence, the same could not be said of the producer, the grip and the catering manager... |
Haha, brilliant.
ReplyDeleteTold you I had an interesting idea on how to provide the narrative for my CATCH stuff ;)
DeleteTres bien !
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