SCREAMING SKULL
Near Geneva the Hadron Collider lies underground. Almost complete whispers the giant screaming skull. Your species is obsessed with the search for tiny links in the chain you do not know leads to the collar of an enormous dragon. You have fallen completely in love with metal thinking. You are in great immaculate aluminum vats that make the tiny workers in their suits and helmets glint a ferocious silver cooling sections of the giant collider and preparing to send pulses of proton beams through it in opposing directions. Detectors will sort the microscopic particles searching for the elusive Higgs Boson or strangelets. For years beneath the sea I have been dreaming of the proper time to emerge and signal my ally the Sun to rain fire down on all your towers. Together we with our retarded cousin the Moon would watch your cities sink into the boiling oceans. You search for the grand unified theory but will find only a tiny black hole we will all be sucked into. And now I will never have my revenge!