By Wes Parish
Robert Bruce looked out the Genetics Testing Station window in panic. His last co-worker lay a metre from the door, with some genetically-modified mobile lettuces sinking their roots into him.
He shouted frantically into his phone — "It's true. They are now predatory plants. What have we done?!? Lettuce prey!"
About the Author
Wes Parish
Wesley Parish is an SF fan from early childhood. Born in PNG, he enjoys reading about humans in strange cultures and circumstances.
His favourite SF authors include Ursula Le Guin, Fritz Lieber, Phillip K. Dick, J.G. Ballard and Frank Herbert.
Wes lives in Christchurch, NZ, is an unemployed Java and C programmer, and has recently decided to become a mad ukuleleist, flautist and trombonist, and would love to revert to being the mad fiddler and pedal steel guitarist.. "Where oh where has my little pedal steel got to ... ?"