Groib

Myzilijax harbored empathy toward lowly mealyworms, scuttlebugs and other assorted vermin. He saw their great potential and employed them to communicate the long chain of events that led up to the moment they were dipped in isotopes and attached to spectrographic display monitors. All the history of insecta - their hopes and dreams, their myths and legends, their eating and being eaten - was pulsing there on the wall in radiant technicolor for all Groibdom to see and feel. Sad is what it was they didn't. All Groibs got was a light show. Myzilijax got the epic. The bugs just got caught.