The Other Side of the Door
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The door swings open onto the scene from a National Geographic doctor's opperation. It should be a maze of pipes, gears and steam. Giant pistons should be hissing. Metal should shriek under stress. The whole mess should be dipping with oil and water.
The giganatic... ...collosal... heart beating there before you doesn't belong. It is a green abomination... ...a new life? Veins, arteries and muscles are growing. They are spreading through Neddirpik like an unborn bird grows into the confines of it's egg. It is not exactly blood, green but thick, which courses through its veins but it is not exactly and ooze either. Not anymore. This is a metamorphosis.
Yup. You should have been killed. Some of the terrible monstrosities that plagued Neddirpik should have picked you off like flies, litterally. But there are gone, transformed. You can see them now. They are... ...part of the machine now. Goy is one with his followers. Some of them are becoming muscles, others veins, ligaments, new bones even. It is a grisley scene, yet there is an order and beauty to the madness.
Gifts Ungiven
Robert remembers, but does not entirely, remember the ruby red crystal blades on his buzz saw. There was a place you did not stop. Did not leave Hemisphere where you found an explosed vein of ore, dug up by lunar rain. You did not crack it open and fine a geode of the deep crystal. Yet, the remaineder of the geode remains abord Hemisphere.
The door swings open. Glod stands looking. Steam hisses off the end of his steam generator. Thump-Thump goes the heart.
Raptor he asks the others "every one ready?".
Namfoodle pushes his sleeves back. "Oh, certainly."
Still sure about that? Thump, thump.
"let me finnish off here and I'll be with you." Says Connaught.
Thump-thump. Something is distracting him.
Thump-thump.
Mark Charke