They were simple creatures. When one touched another, they bonded with a satisfying squelch .
The tip of the tower neared the mouth of a massive, vacuum-sealed pipe. It roared with a mechanical hunger. With one final, desperate stretch, the topmost Goo Ball was sucked into the darkness. Then another. And another.
They zipped through the cold metal veins of the world, leaving behind the green hills and the wind. They didn't know where they were going. They didn't know that the "World of Goo Corporation" was turning them into beauty cream, or electricity, or fuel for a digital sunrise.
A single Goo Ball rolled toward its neighbor. They fused, forming a sturdy base on the grass. A third Goo Ball climbed atop them, stretching its gelatinous body until it clicked into place, creating a tripod. They were no longer just blobs; they were architecture. The tower began to grow.