Chaos Birds

“You see them birds, boy?” A brown glob of spittle hit the side of the lime-green fusion reactor.

“Yes, Pa.”

“Them birds….them birds is chaos birds. Make sure you don’t feed them no maths.”

“Yes, Pa.”

Pixellated wings rustled, then were still.

[The world is improved by this. You’re welcome, Brent.]

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