Sandworms of Dune - Brian Herbert [33]
Though pretty and desirable, soostones were not necessary. Melange, on the other hand, was vital—as the Navigators well knew. Waff knew that his experiments would eventually produce far more wealth than these undersea baubles could ever represent. Soon, if his expectations were met, Buzzell would be home to something far more interesting than baubles. . . .
The Heighliner appeared above the liquid sapphire world, where tiny islands dotted the expansive ocean. Buzzell’s oceans were deep and fertile, a large zone where the genetically altered worms would thrive, provided they survived their initial baptism.
The Tleilaxu Master paced the cold metal floor of his laboratory chamber. Soon, Edrik would inform him that the commercial lighters and cargo transports had disembarked for the island outposts. Once they were safely gone, Waff could begin his real work on Buzzell without being observed.
Inside the lab, the smell of salt, iodine, and cinnamon had replaced harsh chemical odors. Waff’s test tanks were full of murky green water, rich with algae and plankton. Once turned loose in the oceans, the modified worms would have to find their own sources of nourishment, but Waff was sure they could adapt. God would make it all possible.
Serpentine forms swam about in the tanks looking like ringed eels. Their ridges were an iridescent blue-green, showing a soft pink membrane between segments, a surrogate set of gills that absorbed oxygen from the water. Their mouths were round like those of lampreys. Though they had no eyes, the new seaworms could navigate using water vibrations in much the way that Rakian worms had been attracted by tremors in the dunes. Using carefully mapped models from sandtrout chromosomes, Waff knew that these creatures had the same internal metabolic reactions as a traditional sandworm.
Therefore, they should still produce spice, but Waff didn’t know what kind of spice, or how it would be harvested. He stepped back, interlocking his grayish fingers. That wasn’t his problem or concern. He had done as Edrik commanded. He only wanted the worms back.
It had taken more than a year out of his accelerated lifetime, but if Waff succeeded in resurrecting God’s messengers, his destiny would be complete. Even if the little man never received another ghola lifetime, he would have earned his place beside God in the highest levels of Heaven.
Under proper conditions, sandtrout specimens reproduced swiftly. From them, he had adapted nearly a hundred seaworms, most of which he would deposit in the oceans of Buzzell. For a new species to survive, especially in an unfamiliar environment, the creatures faced quite a challenge, and Waff fully expected that many of his test specimens would die. Maybe most of them. But he was also convinced that some would live—enough to establish a foothold.
Waff stood on his tiptoes, pressing his face to the tank. “If you are in there, Prophet, I will soon give you a whole new domain.”
Five Guild assistants entered the lab without knocking. When Waff turned abruptly, the seaworms sensed his movement. With a thump, fleshy heads struck the reinforced tank walls. Startled again, Waff turned the other direction.
“Passengers have disembarked for Buzzell,” said one of the grayclothed men. “Navigator Edrik has commanded us to follow your instructions.”
The five all had oddly distorted heads, swollen