“Beneath an Antarctic glacier in a cold, airless pool that never sees the sun seems like an unusual place to search for life.”
You know why? Because it is. This is how the best horror movies start, with the glacier explorations and the teeny microbes that take over the hapless scientists and make with the homicidal madness or the genetic mutations or the chronic thingism.
Remember the crazy old guy warning everyone about the perils of messing with ancient natural deposits? He’s not always wrong. In fact, sometimes he’s the only one who really knows what’s going on.
And I don’t even want to mention the latest warning sign of the inevitable zombie apocalypse. But then, I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t.