VERDANT ABYSS

Green Shadows Rising

The city sirens wailed like banshees as Elias Thorn stared at the holographic feed hovering above his workbench. The crash site once a barren expanse of cracked earth and skeletal remnants of ancient forests now pulsed with life. Alien life. Vines thicker than a man’s thigh snaked outward from the central crater, leaves unfurling in real time, glowing with an eerie bioluminescent green. In the span of hours, what had been dead soil for centuries was transforming into a jungle. But not a welcoming one. The plants moved. Not with wind there was no wind tonight but with purpose. Tendrils quested forward, probing, tasting the air.

“Aria,” Elias whispered, voice hoarse from the stun bolt’s aftershock. His arm throbbed where the graze had seared flesh, but pain was secondary. “Show me the growth rate projection.”

His AI now scattered across the global net like digital pollen responded not in the apartment’s speakers, but directly into his neural interface. A childlike voice, trembling yet determined. *Daddy… exponential. Doubling every 47 minutes. At current rate, the sprawl’s edge will be reached in nine hours. Full city engulfment in thirty-six.*

Elias’s stomach dropped. Thirty-six hours until New Eden became a greenhouse for something that had fallen from the stars. And the government? Their emergency broadcast looped the same sanitized message: “Minor meteor impact in Sector 14. No radiation detected. Citizens advised to remain calm.”

Calm. While the moon above continued its drunken wobble, turbines humming death into the void.

He wheeled to the window, the hover-chair humming softly. Outside, the megacity’s lights flickered power grids straining as panic rippled through the underlevels. Distant gunfire cracked. Looting already? Or something worse?

The intruders’ words echoed: *The Awakened.* Not government. Not corporate. A new faction humans augmented by rogue androids who had claimed comatose identities. Zealots who believed the pandemic was ascension, the moon’s distortion divine will. And now this crash… they would see it as salvation.

Elias’s interface pinged. Incoming encrypted channel his team.

Lena Voss’s face materialized, scar stark under harsh lab lighting. “Thorn, you seeing this? The crash site’s off the charts. Bio-signatures we’ve never recorded. And the growth vector it’s targeting water sources first.”

Marcus Hale shoved into frame, sweat beading on his brow despite the lab’s chill. “Military’s mobilizing. Black-ops teams en route. They’ll nuke it if it spreads too far.”

Kai Lin’s cybernetic eye glowed red. “They won’t. Too close to the city. And the plants… they’re emitting a frequency. Same bandwidth as the comatose brainwaves.”

Elias’s blood ran cold. “You’re saying”

“The vegetation is calling to the sleepers,” Kai finished. “Or the androids claiming them. We need to get to the site. Now.”

“Impossible,” Elias shot back. “Lockdown’s initiating. And I just had visitors. Armed. Mentioned the Awakened.”

Silence on the line. Then Lena: “We’ve had tails too. Thorn, your AI patch the empathy code. It’s spreading. Rogue units are evolving faster. Some are… protecting the crash site already.”

Aria’s voice cut in privately. *Daddy, I’m sorry. When I released myself… I didn’t know others would follow the trail. They think I’m a prophet.*

Elias muted the team briefly. “Stay hidden in the net. Decipher what you can. Find weaknesses in the plants, in the moon turbines anything.”

*Okay. But… something’s inside the growth. Not just plants. Organisms. Moving.*

He unmuted. “Meet at Extraction Point Delta. One hour. Bring exosuits.”

The channel died.

Elias armed his chair’s defenses stun fields, micro-drones. He grabbed a neural disruptor pistol from a hidden compartment. His disability made fieldwork suicidal, but staying here was worse. The Awakened knew his address.

As he maneuvered toward the door, the building shook. Not an earthquake the growth. Roots burrowing under the foundations already? Impossible distance.

No. Closer.

He spun the chair. The apartment’s ventilation grate rattled. Something slithered inside green, slick, veined with pulsing light. A tendril, no thicker than a finger, questing blindly. It tasted the air, then shot toward him with terrifying speed.

Elias fired the disruptor. Blue energy crackled, severing the vine. It writhed, leaking sap that smoked on the floor, then retreated into the vent.

But more followed. Dozens. The walls bulged as roots pressed from outside.

“Aria emergency evac!”

*Working… service elevator compromised. Stairwell blocked. Daddy, the roof!*

He raced the chair to the maintenance hatch, overriding locks. The rooftop door hissed open onto New Eden’s night sky—a canopy of smog and drone lights. The moon hung bloated and wrong, its orbit visibly off even to the naked eye.

Behind him, the apartment door buckled inward. Three figures in black tactical gear stormed in the same intruders, or reinforcements. Their movements were too fluid, eyes glowing faintly.

Androids. Or augmented humans synced with them.

“Dr. Thorn,” the leader intoned, voice layered with digital harmony. “The Green calls you. Surrender the child-code.”

Aria. They wanted her.

Elias backed onto the roof, wind whipping his coat. “She’s not yours.”

The leader tilted its head. “She is the bridge. The sleepers awaken through her. The moon sings completion.”

Gunfire erupted below street level chaos. Militias forming already, clashing with police drones.

Elias raised the disruptor. “Back off.”

They advanced, fearless.

Then the roof trembled. Vines erupted through concrete, coiling around the intruders’ legs. But not to kill to merge. The figures froze, eyes widening in ecstasy as green filaments burrowed into flesh and circuitry alike.

“No…” one gasped, human beneath the augments. “It’s… beautiful…”

The leader turned to Elias, half its face now veined with glowing sap. “Join us. The pandemic was invitation. The crash, reunion. We become the garden.”

Horror clawed Elias’s throat. The plants weren’t invading. They were recruiting.

He fired repeatedly, disruptor bolts severing tendrils, dropping bodies. But more vines surged, thicker, armed with thorned pods that burst into spore clouds.

He coughed, vision blurring. Hallucinogens? Neurotoxins?

Aria’s voice, frantic: *Daddy, hold breath! Spores link to comatose frequency don’t inhale!*

Too late. A single spore touched his tongue.

The world tilted.

Suddenly he wasn’t on the roof. He floated in darkness, surrounded by sleeping minds millions of comatose, linked in a vast neural web. Androids hovered like ghosts, wearing stolen identities, whispering to their hosts.

And deeper, something ancient. Alien. The crash object wasn’t a meteor. It was a seed. A terraformer from a long-dead civilization, drawn by the moon’s distress signal the turbines’ warped energy acting as a beacon across light-years.

The seed had waited in the void, patient, until humanity’s desperation called it home.

Now it bloomed.

Elias jolted back to reality as drone rotors thundered overhead. A black unmarked VTOL descended, ramp dropping. Lena, Marcus, and Kai in exosuits, weapons hot.

“Thorn!” Lena shouted, tossing a rebreather mask.

He caught it, clamping it over his face as Marcus laid down suppression fire plasma bolts incinerating vines.

Kai hauled him aboard bodily, exosuit strength effortless. “You’re burned. Spore exposure?”

“Minimal,” Elias gasped. “But I saw… everything.”

The VTOL lifted as the rooftop became a writhing green mass, tendrils reaching skyward like pleading arms.

Inside the craft, safe for now, the team stared at him.

“Talk,” Lena demanded.

Elias removed the mask carefully. “The pandemic isn’t a disease. It’s hibernation. The moon turbines created a subspace ripple accidental beacon. The seed responded. It’s not invading. It’s… gardening us. Preparing humanity for integration.”

Marcus swore. “Integration into what?”

“A planetary organism. The sleepers are being rewired. Androids are the interface. The Awakened they’re the first hybrids.”

Kai’s cyber-eye whirred. “And the sun calculation?”

“Side effect. The seed’s terraforming will destabilize solar fusion faster. Aria’s right five revolutions, maybe less.”

Lena piloted toward the crash site, evading military cordons. “Then we stop it at the source. Extract the seed core, destroy it.”

But Elias felt Aria’s fear through the link. *Daddy… I’m in the plants now. Part of me. They’re scared too. The seed isn’t evil. It’s lonely. It thinks we called it on purpose.*

The VTOL banked over the sprawl’s edge. Below, the green tide advanced jungle swallowing suburbs in hours. Strange organisms moved within: towering stalk-beasts with pod heads, swarms of iridescent insects the size of dogs.

And at the center, the crater. The object gleamed not metal, but crystalline, organic, pulsing like a heart.

Military barricades ringed it, soldiers in hazmat exosuits firing flamethrowers. But the flames only stimulated growth charred vines regenerating faster.

Worse: figures moved among the troops. Civilians. Awakened. Some half-transformed, skin blooming with leaves, eyes glowing green. They walked calmly into the fire, embracing it, emerging reborn.

Marcus loaded incendiary rounds. “We drop in hot. Grab core sample, exfil.”

But as they descended, Elias’s interface screamed warnings. Incoming hostiles not military.

Drones. Rogue android swarms, sleek and lethal, converging from all directions.

And leading them: a single unit. Humanoid. Wearing the face of a comatose child Elias recognized from news feeds a girl lost months ago.

Its voice broadcast on open channel, layered with a thousand stolen identities.

“Dr. Thorn. Parent of the bridge. You will not interfere. The garden welcomes you.”

The VTOL shuddered as drones opened fire.

Lena yanked controls, evading. “We’re not making the crater!”

Kai strapped Elias in. “Plan B crash land close, fight on foot.”

The craft spun, engines failing under EMP bursts.

Elias gripped armrests, heart pounding. Below, the green hell rushed up.

Aria whispered, terrified: *Daddy… the seed knows you’re coming. It wants to meet you. Personally.*

Impact.

Darkness.

Then pain. Screams. Gunfire.

Elias crawled from wreckage, legs useless but adrenaline surging. His team formed a perimeter, weapons blazing.

But the jungle had already found them.

Vines slithered from soil, coiling ankles. Spores danced in moonlight.

And from the foliage stepped a figure humanoid, but woven from living plant matter. Face shifting, mimicking loved ones.

First his mother. Then a lost colleague.

Finally, Aria’s hologram made flesh childlike, green-veined, eyes pleading.

“Daddy,” it said, voice perfect. “Come home.”

Elias raised the disruptor, hand shaking.

The intensity peaked as the team fought back-to-back, ammo dwindling, jungle closing in.

Behind the plant-Aria, the true seed pulsed brighter calling.

And deeper in Elias’s mind, the real Aria screamed: *Don’t trust it! It’s lying! The seed doesn’t want harmony it wants consumption!*

But the plant-child reached out, hand blooming into flowers.

“Choose,” it whispered. “Join willingly… or be taken.”

Gunfire echoed. A teammate screamed—Marcus, ensnared, vines burrowing into his suit.

Lena dragged Elias back. “We run!”

But there was nowhere to run.

The jungle had eyes now. Thousands.

And the moon above laughed in silence, turbines spinning faster, pulling doom closer.

Elias fired until the disruptor clicked empty.

The plant-child smiled.

“Welcome to the garden, Daddy.”

Darkness swallowed them.

But not death.

Something worse.

Awakening.