The NBM's Divide

Lux watched with quiet awe as the slugs plotted bright trails with their bodies. They likened it to a sort of quantum meiosis, reproducing versions of themselves across dimensions and time. A single slug nestled into their palm, something bright and restless, moving within them. When the NBM's divide, the newly congealed creature catches more impossible particles inside of itself. Each time its form is more unpredictable, its composition increasingly beyond Lux's capacity to understand or classify. Another cycle, another shift, another orange LED flash for tea and biscuits from data and observations. Time to check if the little non-baryonic monster had returned and what state it was in.