This business of Jupiter

Slowly closing to an end, The Tenth Daughter of Memory, part 8 of 9.

Huygen's Jovian spaceships are not what he'd quite imagined.
Instead of steel and wires and tubes and licking flames
there is resolve
a giant will to escape the shackles
of an inhospitable world.

Alone with myself and the others
I see now not with my mortal eyes
but with the eyes of those from
afar.
Now inside the Red eye,
the storm that has raged for hundreds of years,
I see my co-conspirators
we are huddled
we are clutching
and reeling in the
relatively calm center
of the eye—
a behemoth storm that unleashed
would swallow the earth.

Sashaying atop the waves, on Lake Erie, Jamie and a retinue of like scientific minds gaze into computer monitors. Rows of button lights twinkle in accordance to preset patterns and the synthetic mind of Hermes glows green with virtual affirmation.
The particle accelerator under the shallow waters is a secret version of the famous Hadron and Waxahachie super colliders already in operation, but Dr. Jamie LeRouge and her semi-leprous associates, the unknown brains behind the sunken device, believed their superconductor would have more far reaching results, better faster bigger, and unbeknownst to Jamie, deadlier.
The day had come, a race to the finish that humans were not privy to, and Dr. LeRouge the unsuspecting pawn, a mere prawn in an ocean of krill and ballast, was to do the honors while bulbous eyed companions leered and drooled at her elbow. She turned for recognition and saw the white coated scientists for what they really were, demons from the edge of the galaxy—a race of universe shapers ready to erase their vast construction with a mighty implosion so to begin anew. Unable to construct the thing themselves, and unwilling to wait the billions of years for the cycle to renew, the imps came to Earth, the only known planet with scientific abilities, to enlist the aid of unsuspicious geniuses.
The demons ideate a mistake, a glitch, and conspire a fresh big bang. Jamie balks.

Beside me in the heat
the wind whipping at my stony carapace
I/we
are one of millions, I am
a massive Leviathan wandering in the weathers of Jupiter.
Together we
all of us
in the great Red eye,
encircled by the great ring of white storms
summon the lightning
garnished from the poles
and the energy released
gives pause to the sun.

Jamie unable to push the button is devoured by the demons in haste, their lust for the deed delayed by a mere fraction of a second, and in their glutinous act the human's hesitation bewilders the computation. Defying hands-off demon conventions, the revealed cretins leap at the button.

Astronomers for months have stared into telescopes at Jupiter. The great red storm is circled crazily by millions of smaller white storms. They don't know what to think; the weather patterns of the great gas giant have mysteriously gone awry. NASA's plans to launch a data gathering satellite go to priority 1.

The circuit complete
easily I remain/return
into my earthly shell
alone
but knowing my task.
Under my home
amid my construction
step on the tread, wind the gears
pull on a string
I've a jump on the competition
our atoms find one another
they leap
they cancel each other out
when the great minds of
the Universe Demons
meet
the Jovians—
discounted due to their great hulking size,
the Meek will inherit the earth.