The Fly Human

My life literally started on the garbage heap and like most of my kind, should have ended there.  My own desire for something more that the dried out wastes did me in.  How was I to know that this was the end of a normal existance?  This is my story from the beginning...  may this never happen to you!


Garbage Heap
Many piles of waste material from the human world scattered around.  My clan hovering and searching for sources of food in the debris.  Immediately around me are pieces of plastic and glass crushed into a dried out and barren land.  The only sources of nutrition are a soup can and the only intact bottle of pop in the area.  

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