Aris watched on a satellite feed as Silas Vane walked into the middle of the Golden Gate Bridge at rush hour. He stood there, arms wide, as cars piled into him. They didn’t crash. They stuck. Metal crumpled and softened like taffy, then flowed up his legs, his torso, his face. Within an hour, Silas was no longer a man. He was a fifty-foot arch of chrome and flesh and asphalt, glistening with the amber sheen of Anastasis-1. And from that arch, tendrils stretched out like roots, crawling across the bay towards San Francisco.
The waiting list grew to half a million names within a week. Governments fell trying to control the formula. Aris, terrified of his own creation, tried to destroy it. That was his mistake. He should have known that a polymer is a chain. And a chain, once formed, finds its own shape. contemporary polymer chemistry
Six months later, the Propagation Event occurred. Aris watched on a satellite feed as Silas