l-dopa

There’s something very Arthur C. Clarke-ian about having “blood rains” (what one might consider a sign of that elusive beast, Satan, or at least of the impending apocalypse. . . of course, I’m using the term “one” as shorthand for “psychotic religious nut”) turn out to be an alien life form. Although I can’t say that I don’t love the idea that’s it’s just a really fine misting of bat blood.

DNA-less bat blood.

That self-replicates.

At temperatures exceeding 600ºF.