Lithricon.   by Lucy Hubbard

I look up, squinting, I can see them approaching. Why didnt we get any warning? Did they know? Selfishly, I ponder my own mortality and realise I dont have time . . . all I can think of is the waste. Instantly, I feel a wave of guilt that my thoughts are not immediately drawn to the Lithricon. No time to prepare, but we have to be ready. I wont let them get it we have resisted before. I am strong. We are strong. We must protect the Lithricon above our own lives.

Do they know its our only weakness?