An let’s face it, what is a man eating blob from outer space really made of? I bet it was just a slime mold. The blob was probably just misunderstood. There it was, on a strange planet, no friends, no one to talk to, not even a myspace page. It really is all just too horrible to imagine. Fortunately, there was a ready supply of food close at hand – teenagers!
However, despite a predilection for poor decision making (“Hey, let’s make out in the back of the car…did you hear something?”) teenagers seem to be relatively quick on their feet. A blob has to do a lot of work to keep up. Decisions have to be made. Let’s put ourselves into the mind of a blob…OK, maybe not the mind. Let’s join the colony for a while and see if we can get a little insight into the inner life of a killer alien from outer space.
So there you all are sitting on a street corner. Just you and 20 million of your closest unicellular friends. You’re all probably feeling a mite bit peckish. Dinner is in order. But where to go? There is the malt shop – plenty of teenagers there – but maybe you are trying to lighten up on your carb intake. Or you could roll on over to the movie theater – Lots of food in a dark, tightly confined space. What would you do? Go for the kids with a little chocolate on the side, or do you catch a movie and snack on a few teenagers during the show?
So, the next time you come across a killer alien blob from outer space rampaging through your idyllic little suburb, remember, swarm intelligence is not easy! Try feeding them the neighbor’s poodle, and have a little sympathy for the slimy.