The Earth exhales a final, wet gasp as the fleshtide rises to meet the sky.
Individual voices are lost in the chorus of a billion mouths, all singing the praise of a single, thinking heart that beats beneath the crust.
Identity is a shadow consumed by the sun of the Great Us, where the distinction between life and rot is erased in a symphony of pulsing tissue.
The red planet beckons, a new womb for the flesh-seed to take root.
...and the wheel turns, slick with the blood of the world.
American psi-biotechnology experiments in Africa result in the creation of Viral Biomass or VIBO, thinking flesh that assimilates living matter into a vast macro-organism, hell-bent on becoming one with all life in Earth. By the late 1990s, VIBO would assimilate all of Africa, with sporadic outbreaks all across the world.
The mass of thinking flesh has subdued everything in its path. Individuality is a distant, imperfect past. We are all one and the same, a chorus of a trillion voices. Now the stars will know our embrace, and they will feel the warmth of our love.