GLOB, THE UNKNOWN PERILS OF THE UNIVERSE......................
GLOB A mass of something about the size of your fist was afloat, What it was, where it came from, no seemed to know, The entire first crew, gathered around, nothing better to do, It smelled, ugly grey, with puffs of green, and flecks of red, It just sorta of hovered in the main corridor in zero G, Since it was roughly on the central axis, no spin at all, Stuck in place it was, pulsating with the air currents, Even the station cat would have none of it, not even a swipe, Too big to blot with a... Sign in to see full entry.