In the real world, I was concerned that the project was slipping under the radar. Indeed, the impact Covid had worldwide should have brought eyes to this project. The discord wasn't growing. The gossip was that making art out of this horrific event was distasteful. I felt differently. I saw it as a way to wrangle some order and control from being in a situation beyond my control.
I became a cheerleader for the project; I tweeted out to my 5K followers, who usually didn't see me post things like this. I put pictures of the Super Virus types as examples of things they could collect as art. I was sure that interest in art alone would bring people into the marketplace. I saw these pieces as touchstones to the human timeline, and I could envision them on gallery walls, properly matted and framed; I had a widely varied collection of viruses from tier 1 to tier 5. I told stories of how each image evolved to stay active in the chats.
His eyes are warped, his mouth is green, He has shiny gold teeth that he is so proud of. He shines them with special gold polish every day, but my favorite part is the little heart between his tentacles.
I think he's derpy and cute. Although I think my guy may have had too many espressos, considering how he is racing through space.
As he travels, the vinelike tentacles form into a virus of their own, breaking off from the primary source.
His suction spikes have grown large, and he has made his way to Earth.
His baby sidekick is one-eyed and pretty angry. It seems like a variant that will root into somewhere and fester, as it has the white protein tentacles dangling.
His blackened teeth have retracted into many rows as the mouth opens wide. The creature resembles a lamprey with rows of teeth like a shark.
Across space, a multitude of males raced toward the song of mating, hoping to either arrive before the others or be strong enough to kill all the other suitors in its way. At the end of the tumult, the black vampiric-style male with matching green eyes won the contest to evolve.
The subsequent mating ritual entangles them so completely that only one version of their genetic makeup survives. If all conditions were optimal, it would create a baby virus as strong as a parent.
The baby was also far hungrier. It devoured its guardian with violence only known from the strongest breeding's.
The red monster became the version that most on Earth are familiar with. It became Coronavirus-19.
It dove into the world population, leaving its mark globally. Assailing lungs, kidneys, brains, hearts.
The more it drained, the more significant it became; its body extended to having arms with claws.
As a golden boy, we didn't have a way to stop it, just a way to halt it. We encouraged masks and isolation, but the population would not obey.
The population took to taking horse de-wormer, drinking its own urine, and telling people that the whole thing was a hoax.
This fertile and ignorant ground allowed the virus to learn new tricks, grow, and become resistant.
Those white tentacles, which were less potent, now folded up over the head, becoming again into just a ball.
The level one virus sped back to its origination zone
It was basically a dead pile of protein. It was utterly ivory from suction cups to teeth; it only had enough red electric energy to bring it home.
You can see the original green inside the mouth, still a part of his genetic core despite all the transformations as it was critical to his DNA order.
Back on the pink planet, people wanted the pandemic to be over.
We are unprepared. There will be many transformations or looks to this virus. What will the world do to combat it?
It was returning.
He still sports gold teeth, but there seems to be a change in the crown and gem.
His baby sidekick is one-eyed and pretty angry. It seems like a variant that will root into somewhere and fester, as it has the white protein tentacles dangling.
Unfortunately, it will not get the chance to mature.
The golden teeth have been polished for just this moment. With hardly a second thought, the new mother devours its offspring.
The blood from the feasting fills the mouth and turns the teeth from gold to a tarnished black. The gold also fades from the crown for this choice, and the gemstone has altered.
The blue orb infuses the angry green energy into its being, and the eyes merge into only one.
The digestion of the offspring changes the orb to translucent.
He vibrates as the electricity courses through the membrane. He begins to shake; the electric energy crackles over the surface.
This creature is not a devourer of humans but a sapper of energies. Its sole role in the process is to weaken the minds of the humans below.
The humans began to lose critical thinking and live with cognitive dissonance as a common trait. They did not know why this was happening, and as it happened, no one really questioned it. As it sucked the neurotransmitters and electrolytes required for advanced development from humans, it formed new legs to the surface.
These iterations align with sea creatures like squid, octopus, or Kraken. The eyes are on stalks now, and the blue electricity has formed legs. They opened its mouth to release a siren-like wail that is inaudible to humans but hypnotic and luring to the male of the species.
In this case, the black tentacles took over for the blues, and the fiery electric shocks drain blood from the iridescent mother, turning the eyes pale. They successfully passed on the tusk trait, but the matching gemstones in the crown destined the baby to be more robust than expected.
The baby was also far hungrier. It devoured its guardian with violence only known from the strongest breeding's.
It dove into the world population, leaving its mark globally. Assailing lungs, kidneys, brains, hearts.
The more it drained, the more significant it became; its body extended to having arms with claws.
The father's tentacles hidden deep inside dropped down, resembling the rotting sludge roots of an old oak. It had every intention of becoming endemic.
It had turned the earth a bloody pink. It danced on the graves of those that we loved.
It wore a more substantial crown. The virus does what it always does, stretches and pulls from the energy around it, and from the crowns it had worn bursts forth a new golden head-- dancing with delight on the pink surface, it says, "You have not beaten me, I am still winning."
As a golden boy, we didn't have a way to stop it, just a way to halt it. We encouraged masks and isolation, but the population would not obey.
The population took to taking horse de-wormer, drinking its own urine, and telling people that the whole thing was a hoax.
In fact, they were more concerned about the vaccine than any presumed virus. They considered it a trojan horse that the government was using to take away the humans' freedom.
Some thought it was the vaccine we all had to worry about. That it would rewrite our genetic code, that it could be programmed, that the gov't would have a way to manipulate us from inside us.
The next macabre moment came under an eclipse; scientists called it "endemic."
When Pfizer and Moderna were first deployed, the black tentacles pulled their energy back to the head to escape the antibodies. This halted the suctioning of power and removed forces from the tentacles.
The virus grew weaker with an additional booster pummeling at it. Fewer people would get sick with a version that put them on vents or killed them, providing they had the shots to fight the intruder.
Still, they resisted the truth.
The level one virus sped back to its origination zone
It was basically a dead pile of protein. It was utterly ivory from suction cups to teeth; it only had enough red electric energy to bring it home.
You can see the original green inside the mouth, still a part of his genetic core despite all the transformations as it was critical to his DNA order.
People began to remove their masks and assumed that it was lifelong, not just temporary if they had a vaccination. Some thought the booster would make the vaccination permanent, but it only bought time.
As long as people did not mask and the air-born virus could find a host, it would begin to crawl its way back to dominance, and it wasn't done mutating.
The virus does what it always does, stretches and pulls from the energy around it.
As long as people did not mask and the air-born virus could find a host, it would begin to crawl its way back to dominance, and it wasn't done mutating.
The virus does what it always does, stretches and pulls from the energy around it.
Earth is left with a monstrosity striding across the surface; what if it breeds with other T-cell damaging illnesses like HIV?
We haven't seen all the variants yet.
We can't forget about the little white guy that went home for supplies.
The other day I was scanning the marketplace.
It had formed a red husk around itself and was headed back to Earth. Its spikes were sharper, its eyes numbered 6, and the burrowing tentacles had returned.
Is this the omicron variant or something much worse? Only time will tell.
Admittedly, telling horror stories about our current tragedy isn't everyone's cup of tea.
Is this the omicron variant or something much worse? Only time will tell.
Admittedly, telling horror stories about our current tragedy isn't everyone's cup of tea.
Still, I was looking at this art as something that would have a much greater value 10 years from now when the worlds of the pandemic and my first NFT collection collided. It was infectious.
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