RECYCLING

Everything can be reused…

even a broken heart.

Anonymous

We have, let's see... the approach alarms are active, the signals are various; I estimate a minimum of 100 troops, their estimated temperature is 37 degrees, except five of them who have it close to 40 degrees; They come at a speed of ten kilometers per hour, at this rate they will arrive in about two hours; I'm sure they saw us using the ambulance. Wow, it is useful but it raises suspicions if it is used in an area where the only thing you can see is this hospital and a plain of nothing around for kilometers and kilometers.

Chuy and I already talked about what to do, our "army" knows they are coming; I explain it to Mali, everyone is recovered from whatever they contracted from eating their waste; They are strong and very young, even with all our estimates we do not believe that they are over thirteen years old, their organism has already been ready for procreation two years ago; As soon as they felt stronger, a couple of them even asked their maximum leader if the gods allowed the seed ceremony. The women in the group look quite sexually developed, so we didn't object. When we observed the violence with which the seeds were planted, we decided to intervene and indicated various ways to practice it. Some asked if it was moral to have "sinful" positions; apparently any act in relation to women's pleasure was prohibited by their beliefs.

In the first year we noticed ten pregnancies, the gestation period was short and in less than 24 weeks they had children, in two years each woman in the tribe managed to give birth to more than half a dozen children (a very high percentage of twins and triplets), Their growth rate was fast, that explained why they looked so young and at the same time grown, they were vitaminized and consumed what we gave them: vitamins and folic acid; we used portable scanning machines, but nothing seemed wrong with them, less than thirty days of rest and they were ready to be pregnant again; However, even those who were in an advanced state of pregnancy were ready for the fight, they once again carried their knives in their hair and tensed their muscles. I told Mali that we would win this battle, but he only said that the fastest ones told him. that it was the same tribe that had liquidated them; They were the merchants' favorites, and when I asked him who the merchants were, he only indicated that they brought what they drank instead of water.

Despite our doubts about the type of tribe, Chuy's surveillance cameras indicated the correct thing, he assures that the marks painted on the faces of the attackers correspond to those he saw when they massacred the adults of this group; I had my sword and he had a suit strong enough to eliminate all of them, no matter how many, but when I saw the merchants' envoys, for the first time I doubted the credibility of my eyes, for a few moments they galloped on all fours, The next they ran, half bent over and helped by their long arms, their faces deformed and with more teeth than believed in any jaw of that size. With maximum close-up, we could make out their muscles and the slime that fell from them. Three with breastplates and helmets, as well as spiked collars gave the impression of being some mythical animal, the rest dragged a cart suspended by force fields... Technology similar to where I come from! But their handler was a fat man with a greasy face who beat the backs of his beasts of burden with a whip. None of the inhabitants where I was trained had such an obese complexion. The training was very severe and almost impossible to face with a body. Bofo, the rest of the attackers carried some type of weapon, all made of bone and the strongest carrying metal rods, undoubtedly extracted from one of the demolished buildings.

Under any circumstances I wish I were back on my strike team, but apparently there's no way to keep them from penetrating the defenses long enough to do any damage, so we had to think of something else. I did not know that there are different ways to use organic matter, in the institution they only indicated that compost could be made from it, the more I think about it I remember that there were air renewal systems in those piles of waste, here we found a compost system, generation and storage of butane gas, the chamber had all the tanks full, I suppose that during the great crisis there were many deceased families and no one to claim the bodies, so all the corpses are here, completely degraded, only a pasty substance remains, but According to Chuy, he has enough catalysts to reactivate the system, they have dumped their waste here, the "clean" ones continue eating their parasites but at least they no longer eat poop; All the manure accumulated these two years is giving results and we finally have a stable crop, the production volume is still low for the size of this system, but it guarantees constant production to be able to cook with gas... and in this case we have a weapon to which there is no force to oppose.