The teal-colored blob slowly crawled along the asphalt. Aza was desperate. So weak in its true form, the parasite needed a body! It’d be cursing up a storm in a thousand different alien dialects if it could.

All it could hope for was that the next host would be easy to emulate, so its presence was not felt before the mutations began. Its next body would ascend and be worthy of inheriting the legacy of the Silicotes!