Prologue

"What the fuck is this?"

"Uh, it would appear to be a flower, sir."

"What the fuck is a flower doing here?"

"I would assume that someone tracked the seed back on their shoe. That’s often how seeds spread on Earth."

"And where are we now?"

"Hell, sir."

"How the fuck is a flower growing here?"

"Uh, I'm not sure, sir."

"Get rid of it."

"Yes, sir."