Albedo X Sucrose Novels & Stories

They are all sweet and soluble in water Disaccharid Sucrose (cane sugar) - glucose + fructo Maltose (malt sugar) - glucose + gluco Lactose (milk sugar) - glucose + galacto They are more soluble in water and sweeter than monosaccharides Polysaccharid Hundreds of molecules of monosaccharides joined together (condensed) with loss of water molecules Starc Cellulo MODES OF NUTRITI 1. Autotrophic/Holophytic Nutrition

Ace now looked at Alvin who seemed to be still staring in amazement at the row of trees the car had just passed. "Did you like the trees earlier?" asked Ace curiously. Alvin with a broad smile nodded slowly. Roseane who was sitting in the front seat right next to her husband had now turned around and was staring at the back seat. Her smile grew when Alvin finally started chatting with Ace. At first the woman hesitated when Ace decided to take Alvin as his sister because for a four year old child, Alvin looks a little scary with his pale white skin and hair color that matches his skin.

And with that, he pulled Peter with him and shut the door. The silence left behind was heavy. Alex pressed his palms together, whispered under his breath, and then touched Lara’s forehead. The moment he did, her body arched, a strangled cry escaping her throat. Black smoke poured from her lips, thick and venomous, splattering onto the floor as blood as dark as tar. Alex winced but didn’t pull away. His veins turned black under his skin, spreading like cracks. He forced his breathing even, muttering incantations, and when he opened his eyes again — they glowed an unnatural, burning blue.

It wraps around my wrist, a golden bracelet of liquid sugar. I bring my wrist to my mouth. I lick it. The taste explodes in my brain. But it’s not just sweet. It’s data. Glucose. Fructose. Water content: 17%. Floral source: Clover. I see the molecular structure of the sugar dissolving on my tongue. It is a symphony of chemistry. "Taste it," I say to Alex. He leans in. He licks the honey from my skin. His tongue is rough, warm, biological.

A few of the younger Alphas in the room chuckle, a sound like dry leaves. "It was a basic chemical neutralization," Juniper says, stepping forward despite Alaric’s warning squeeze on her hand. She tries to channel her inner college professor. "The Rot is an acidic, anaerobic organism. By introducing an alkaline base and oxygenating the soil through a wood-ash slurry, I simply made the environment uninhabitable for the fungus. It’s a standard horticultural practice."