Platinum point

It's too dark to see in this photograph, but in the foreground are old pools where spent-fuel rods were once stored. The rods are long gone, but the insects that live on & in the pools are ... curious. If they are in fact insects, and not the degenerate descendants of something else. Something, perhaps, brought back here from somewhere people should never have gone. Something wearing the appearance of an insect like a suit of clothes.

They say that, on certain moonless summer nights something taps and scrapes on the windows of flats in the new development. Something many-legged and hungry that cries with the voice of a lost child, It is best not to open the windows, they say.