“We are the forgotten phyla. We ferment in your gums while you sleep. But John remembers us.”
It was a man’s voice. Calm. Midwestern American accent. Like a used car salesman who had seen God. Talking Bacteria John Apk
He looked at his hands. They were clean. They were crawling. “We are the forgotten phyla
Who was John?
Outside, the city hummed with traffic and life. But Aris heard something else now—the low, chattering roar of trillions of tiny voices, all chanting in perfect unison: all chanting in perfect unison: