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Survivor

Blue Spore

Wilson P. Higgsbury

It's just drifting around.

Wilson P. Higgsbury

I'll keep a little light in my pocket.

Hope I don't accidentally swallow one.

The bugs in my pocket might like some light.

They're looking for a place to latch onto.

I hope it doesn't start growing in there.

I can't believe mushrooms made something so pretty.

How precious.

At peace, benevolent river spirit.

I'll direct this light where I please.

How can a seed be so cheerful?

I hope it doesn't stain my jacket.

Blue! That's our favorite color!

If we eat it we'll turn to water!

Be free, little one!

So many have perished. But this one is safe.

Ms. Wickerbottom

A soft blue carrier of genetic information.

Ms. Wickerbottom

I'm a carrier of a carrier of genetic information.

It's like colorful sparks!

It feels flammable.

I've breathed in worse stuff at work.

Never hurts to have extra light.

Little blue bug has no wings.

I make it my pet.

A flying blue pinecone!

One day this might be a tree.

Where you going?

Glowing babies

Dazzling!

My beautiful spores.

Pretty!

My floaty fluff now!

DOES IT RUN ON BATTERIES?

I HAVE CAPTURED IT