It would be many years before Dr Fong would develop a treatment, but by then it would be too late. The sea would be black, the sky would be bruised, and all the oil would be rotten.
The folks at Exxon would be as hungry as the rest, and they’d look back on the day that Dr Fong came to them and wish they’d left the crystal safely in its case, far from the lasers and chemicals that would ultimately awaken it.
“What do you want with it?” they’d remember asking.
“Oh, it’s just a hunch,” they’d remember him say.
This is a 100-word flash fiction story, prompted by the picture you can see up there, as part of Friday Fictioneers.