Challenge #01611-D150: Two Birds

"HOW?"
"You know, I learned a long time ago that if you say that in any matter relating to [Person], if you even get an answer it will probably lead to more questions." -- RecklessPrudence

They used to say, "if a problem's big enough, the Glunk will take care of it" on Amalgam Station. As a hostile biohazard, it was unique in the known universe. For a start, it was the only known biohazard in civilisation that counted as its own district.

People had been trying to get rid of it for centuries. And now Rael was watching through a regulated viewing window as... Shayde's sheep wandered about and grazed on large portions of it.

They were a relic of a multi-dimensional bubble, had a negligible relationship with gravity, and gave bright purple, non-allergenic wool. They were also -as one might expect- hard to explain to the casual tourist. But now all four of them were inside the contained area that housed the Glunk, and none of the alarms had been tripped.

The alarms should have been tripped. They were designed with a hair trigger to let the attendant technicians know, and loudly, that something was amiss in the largest and most hostile biohazard known to Galactic science. They had not been tampered with. The tampering alerts were just as paranoid as the safety klaxons. There was no known way that anyone could have been able to get in there with four sheep and leave without anyone taking any notice whatsoever. The sheep should not have been in there.

And yet, despite all logic and reason, there they were.

"On the positive side," said Rael, "they seem to be making more headway than the bio-engineered Cleaners."

All it took was a level and withering glare from Sherlock to let Rael know that that comment was decidedly not helpful. The Cuidgari Chief of all Security was flabberghasted. Stunned. He waved his usually motionless hands at the porthole and finally aired an exasperated, "HOW?"

Rael regarded the sheep once more, attempting to speculate. "Chief... I'm sorry, but I learned a long time ago that if you say that in any matter relating to Ambassador Shayde... even if there is an answer, it will only lead to more questions."

"Oh look," said the attending technician for this corridor/face of the Glunk, "they're capable of parthenogenesis." Their tone of voice was blank, as if expecting that they could wake up from this dream at any moment. "That might be useful."

Rael looked. A new, purple lamb wobbled onto its hooves. This might not have been anything new save for the fact that mother and child were both resting on a patch of wall. Shayde and the sheep she had managed to bring into this reality had that sort of stunning effect on everyone. This poor techie would get used to things in a few months. "If I were in your situation," he suggested, "I might investigate the conditions that create such parthenogenesis so that these creatures can be distributed to all known faces."

"I'll write that down when I wake up," mumbled the techie.

"I'll send a counsellor," said Sherlock.

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