“That ruined church has come up from several different directions now, Baker. It must be important.”
“I think TILE is within. We better check.”
“The drone will pick it up if it’s there.”
“Interesting art,” states Baker Blinker. “Reminds me of Mark Tobey the Bahai.”
“But this is about TILE. Ssshhh. Let the drone do its work.”
“Alright *bossy*.”
“Oh,” exclaimed Baker Blinker. “Oh dear. There he is (!). I wonder why the sensors didn’t pick him (or her) up originally?”
“The drone understands the alien DNA now. Look over there in the corner: the mate. The female.”
“These creatures shouldn’t be here,” proclaims the female Baker logically.
“I have a theory,” the male Baker then returns.
Sunklands 