The Contractual Obligation... FROM SPACE.

In twenty years of business I have seen the evolution of the Thurgian spacecraft go from a tin can to a biomechanical structure that while residing in space doesn't travel through it or while traveling on space would not be in it.  You see I'm not even sure.  I've made a mint off the Thurgs and I would like to retire. But they won't hear of it, I told them my boy would take over and their condition of secrecy would be intact.  No way is all the answer I most always get.  After my last call to end the contract, Microwave boy came by to pass on a message.  It said that they are up to something big and I should tone down my retirement rhetoric, and they will soon need some big orders filled.
 Now see this really burns my ass hairs, the Thurgiean claim they need me so they can maintain their condition of secrecy.  But everybody knows they're here on earth. I guess it all happened so gradually that we just got use to it.  Kind of like an invasive weed that comes in a potted plant then all gradual like seems to be everywhere.  Oh if you want to be blind to the fact that the Thurgs live among us, all you have to do is turn on that TV and sit there, sure you won't see a thing.  So I'll stick with it and see what the big deal is anyhow.

 

Psychoactive corrosive Ivy infestation.

Perennial maze had become the crop of choice, very little tillage was needed - in fact many fields went years with out any tillage.  This was great because of the low input cost associated with such a crop made wide profit margins, but problems were developing; the ivy was the worst, vine's grow better than most other plants in a high CO2 atmosphere, easily out performing the perennial maze, several species of ivy have formed a symbiotic relationship, enabling those plants to form a biological mega-structure, many of the symbiont that form that matrix have become extremely toxic borrowing certain traits from the poison ivy and poison oak that make up a substantial part of that web of hideous life, and incorporating them in their own genetic make up, and in do so have showed signs of extreme toxicity.  A new variant of morning glory excretes a psychoactive scent that utilizes the impulse control in the more complex organisms, this is perhaps the most unsettling of the ivy's; "the ivy" as it is called is resistant to all know forms of herbicide, robotic plow systems can be used but the plant material is highly corrosive usually disabling most machines.  Burning it was the most used method of eradication, but the smoke is noxious; the weather conditions to be just right, proper authorities alerted, and any down wind residents fifty mile's or less away - evacuated.

Zombie goofy could be an ancient alien cyborg.

The question of Goofy's species has been a preoccupation of mine for not even close to Seventy years.  Questions have been asked and theorem's formed but nothing of consequence has ever come to pass.   Other cartoon creatures have been formed, animated, and forgotten with out too much of an investigation into their biological classification, but this Goofy thing persists.  The key to this question is whether his friend, the mouse is truly a mouse, and not more of a short big eared Goofy, or Goofy is a distortion of Micky.  Yes, a mixture of an undead cartoon mouse, and a misplaced colony of nanobots that have made a hive out of the carcass, distorting the mouse features into Goofy.  The proof is Warren Spector and his timeless images of what such a world these things are emitted from.

Exotic Fish

Oleg Korolev has spotted a new species while swimming in the hot water discharge, at the palisades power plant on lake Michigan.