The enemy was encoding secret messages in plant DNA, so they “captured” a greenhouse.
The first decoded messages were recipes for various dishes.
It was slow going: the greenhouse only grew savory herbs.
The Leader asked, “Have you found anything good, yet?”
The lab tech said, “Only thyme will tell.”
The Poet would sprinkle some iron shavings on a large white board, and then place a bunch of randomly tangled wires under the board. Then he would run electricity through each wire.
The shavings would then rearrange. The results would then be decoded into poetry.
Sometimes, the results were good.