[ WP ] The world is rapidly changing as the plague of our era is spreading fast . But it does n't affect humans . It eats plastic .

`` Sorry sir'' the third aid that week said timidly, her head was just poking around the door. `` But the head of the National Park Service is here to brief you on the removal of the slime from the monuments around town. She's ridi-'' 
 
 `` Ca n't you see I'm busy here? And what are you even talking about? Monuments? These monuments are minuscule to my huge deeds. I've got better, bigger plans for monuments and those are n't even properly leveraged.'' 
 
 `` Sir?'' 
 
 `` You know what? We should just let them crumble, they are n't making us any money.'' 
 
 `` I'll tell her to go away sir.'' says the aid backing out of the room and pulling the door closed. 
 
 The president continues without noticing his audience has vanished. `` Bunch of anti-American hippies, they wo n't sell my new book in their gift shops. If only they would let me charge admission to the national monuments we could make this nation great ag-'' only to be stopped mid rant by being peppered with flying shards from the inward explosion of the offices double doors. 
 
 `` Shut up you pompous windbag'' she barked as she road her horse into the oval office. It was slow going because in all the mess were LEGOs and not even horses like walking on them. 
 
 `` My security is the better than ninjas and cheaper too!'' the wide eyed president proclaimed and he then yelled `` Security!'' Nothing. Happened. Except the grin on the rangers face grew. Panicking now he screamed at the top of his lungs `` SECURITY!'' which startled the horse but brought no one running. 
 
 Dismounting she growled `` Quit your yapping. Just like when the CIA assassinated JFK, the Secret Service ca n't save you now. Those wusses know they do n't measure up to a Three Letter Agencies like the National Park Service. Now sit DOWN we have n't much time.'' 
 
 `` What is wrong with your horse? It looks like it's melting, my wife knows all about horses she's ridden them on several occasions, they were huge. It's leaving a mess, it's so typical, you better clean that up, I'm call my-'' 
 
 Turning to her horse she could see he was right. Her horse had collapsed and was startling to puddle on the floor. Reaching out to her horse she saw her own hands were turning gooey too. 
 
 Collapsing to her knees as the room started to sag she moaned `` It's too late. Bricksburg is doomed.''
