The Ant - Chapter 7 - The Dream (861 hits)
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Submitted by Jack McCallum (View user info) at 2005-01-18 11:28:41 EST
(Chapter 1 http://www.ubersite.com/m/56777)
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(Chapter 6 http://www.ubersite.com/m/56930)
The Ant - CHAPTER 7 - The Dream
Rob was having one fuck of a weird dream.
He and the other volunteers were still in the same room, but instead of reclining on couches they were dangling on giant fish hooks which were hanging from the ceiling on what had to be 200lb test line.
The barb of each hook had been forced through the back of each volunteer, erupting from the gut and leaving messy splatters of blood, bile and piss on the floor.
The attendants passing between the still, impaled forms were now termites the size of large dogs. Their bodies were a sickly white, and they made their way carefully, antennae twitching. They had no eyes.
Doctor Schroedecker was a cockroach. His carapace gleamed with golden highlights under the stark fluorescents above, and under his mandibles was his white pointy beard.
Pfaltzer was a grotesque, bloated, ten-foot tall flea. His head was covered in splatters of blood, and at the end of each bent-back leg was a syringe dripping a smoke-colored fluid. Eggs and black blood were pouring out of Pfaltzer's arse-end, the eggs bursting as they hit the floor and releasing tiny, squalling and writhing monstrosities which began eagerly lapping at the blood with long tongues.
Rob looked around again, and noticed that some of the volunteers had changed. One guy was absurdly fat and looked like a docking dirigible as he dangled from his hook. Another guy had a huge pile of shit on the floor under him, while a girl beside him vomited endlessly. The young black guy looked normal, but a woman across from him had big, fleshy wings growing out of her back, and her feet and hands were scaled stumps that tapered down to cruel hooks of gleaming white bone. A guy dressed like a computer geek had an obscenely swollen cranium. His hair had fallen out (and lay below him in little tufts) and his glasses were bent out of shape yet still clinging to his face. His skull looked like massive scrotum, the left and right sides of his over-grown brain making a bulge like a pair of balls.
Rob was getting freaked-out, and looked down at his own body to make sure everything was normal. It was. Thorax and abdomen okay (except for the fish hook of course,) all six legs and pincers fine, chitinous body a nice, shiny black...what the fuck? Rob was looking down, wondering what had happened to him, when he heard the doctors talking.
Schroedecker the cockroach was breathless. "Tell me you didn't go ahead with the trial. Tell me that you did not!"
"I did. I have to know if the formula will work." The Pfaltzer flea seemed to be dancing on its many legs as it continued to shit blood and give birth to the assorted monstrosities. "And it will! I know it!"
The cockroach tensed, its antennae quivering. "But I left you a memo! The mice! They are mutants! Most have escaped. The two I still have... one is able to draw things to it through some sort of telekinesis!"
Pfaltzer waved him away with one leg.
"It is true! I saw a streamer of seeds from the feed bin crossing the office to the cage. And the other, it is now... smart. It kept watching me as if it knew everything I was doing."
Pfaltzer shook his flea-head. "Go away! Don't waste my time with these foolish tales. I checked the mice before going home last night and everything was fine. And with the modifications I made to the formula-"
"Modifications? When? What?"
"In the last few weeks. You were so obsessed with your little mice, Wolf, that I thought I'd-"
"You changed the formula?" The cockroach raised its forelegs to its mouth in an expression of shock. "My mice were not injected with the original solution?"
"Yes-yes. I used the application of the frog and snake venom we were discussing, the structures which spread those poisons through a living system at such a fantastic rate now spread the insulin compound through our test subjects. And I strengthened the dosage. The formula will spread faster and act quicker."
"Ernst!" the cockroach was dancing now, in horror, its forelegs cradling its head. "Those poisons also break down organs! Destroy genetic material! And your formula seeks out and rebuilds faulty organs-
"Faulty pancreas!" the flea raged, venting its spleen in a dark red plume.
"No! All faulty organs! That is what my studies indicate! Breaking down and building up all that is flawed. And enhancing to perhaps an immeasurable degree those organs and systems which are already strong. These are sudden changes which shock the system, shock the consciousness. Who knows what effects these shocks could have? And Ernst, two of the mice, even though they had undergone other changes, were still-"
"Enough!" The flea looked troubled. As troubled as a flea could look, anyway. "We should not be talking here. Even though our subjects are unconscious, we must not take any chances."
"Take chances?" the cockroach shrieked. "Are you mad?"
A torrent of bloodshit and bursting eggs blasted out of the flea's asshole as it angrily cried, "Mad? Mad? How dare you! I have records, Wolfgang! You know! Records showing that you worked for the Nazis-"
"Lies! My work was stolen! You're the one who inherited questionable associations from your father and cleverly covered your tracks-"
"You fled to South America with other members of the Reich!"
"My sister asked me to come! She had lived there for years! Her town in Argentina needed a good doctor. And I went there long before any of the others-"
"You came into America in the fifties, no? Only when it was safe to do so."
"Safe? I came once I had finally saved up enough money to emigrate and open a practice!"
"That's not how it will look to others if the truth came out! The truuuuthhhhh..."
Rob wanted to blink, but he didn't seem to have eyelids. The cockroach and the flea seemed to be suddenly melting were they stood. He looked around. The other creatures were oozing off of their hooks, and the hooks themselves were beginning to soften and straighten out. Then the room itself started to melt away in great gobs and dribbles of color, behind which was darkness, and then Rob's own hook suddenly became as soft as quicksilver and he dropped into a black and silent void.
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Submitted by FuckTheArmy (user info) at 2005-01-18 18:53:01 (#)
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Hate to say it Jack, but I don't think your readership is the digest crew.
More. NOW!
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A chapter a day keeps the doctor away.
By the way, chapter 9 (posting on Thursday, probably) will feature blow torches on gentials and spontaneous combustion, among other oddities.
Submitted by FuckTheArmy (user info) at 2005-01-18 18:53:01 EST (#)
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Hate to say it Jack, but I don't think your readership is the digest crew.
More. NOW!
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Submitted by Falconer (user info) at 2005-01-18 17:13:10 (#)
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Drowning in shit!? WRITE! WRITE AND TYPE!!!! GO!!
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Be patient. If I post too much at one time the Reader's Digest Condensed Books crowd will go apeshit on me.
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Drowning in shit!? WRITE! WRITE AND TYPE!!!! GO!!
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Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2005-01-18 11:53:57 EST (#)
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Well of course I would read your stories.
Afterall, you're only the KING of Uber!
Congrats to you again. Your stories were great and
I am pretty sure I voted for you every time.
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2005-01-18 11:48:09 EST (#)
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Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2005-01-18 11:36:06 (#)
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I will have you know that I was enjoying my lunchtime sandwich at the start of
this post. I am now off to the bathroom to puke up my lunchtime sandwich.
If your motive was to make me puke, you did a great job! ;)
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Oops. Sorry.
You may be the only person reading this %@#&ing thing.
You might want to avoid eating when reading the next few chapters.
Oh, and someone drowns in human shit in chapter 14, so (Lugosi voice) beware... beware!
Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2005-01-18 11:36:06 EST (#)
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I will have you know that I was enjoying my lunchtime sandwich at the start of
this post. I am now off to the bathroom to puke up my lunchtime sandwich.
If your motive was to make me puke, you did a great job! ;)