​The Flesh and The Machine

We were running. We needed to run faster. Around us the flashing lights, coruscating in a mad dance with the cacophony of klaxon alarms made me want to break into a mad dash to escape the visual and audible attack on my senses. But I needed to pace myself and be a virtual owl. An owl with a halo of eyes around its head and all of them out on stalks. We still had time to get to shuttle but it wouldn’t be any good to us if the creature, robot, monster whatever the fuck it was, got hold of us, because we would have trouble flying it with our arms stuffed into our mouths and possibly our legs dangling from our arsehole. Beside me Tidwell suddenly tripped and went down so quick he performed a text book scorpion, with his head hitting the grating before his hands could arrest his momentum and he slid forward on his chin whole his legs rose up and over and forming the distinctive curled over tail of a pissed off Scorpion. There was something wrong though. Just as I rounded to help him to his feet. I could see that his head was facing the wall and I realised he wasn’t trying to get up, he wasnt even moving.at all. ‘Tidwell’ I screamed so loud sounding like a teenage girl on helium ‘ Move your fuckern arse. Get up, you cunt, get up get up, get…..oh shit. Shit shit shit’ It was here. Whatever had boarded our ship two days ago with the strange cargo….. A piece of the deck was making its way up Tidwells leg and looked like an octopus leg or a giant snake. I ran like my arse was on fire and my hair was catching. The shuttle was only around the next corner and up one level. I heard a metallic high pitch sound from behind me and I stupidly looked around and stumbled, corrected to much felt my ankle twist and tried to minimise the inevitable damage. It was a lottery win of a decision because two metalancles flew past my head fast enough to have pierced me through and through. It pierced the wall just ahead instead. I got up now with extra motivation and ran towards the main storage area jumping over the metalancles and… And the wall in front of me with the metalancles in it changed in to the monster and began to form itself from the ship walls and as I watched, pieces of Tidwell flew by me and joined the horror forming. I panicked and ran, ran and panicked “Holy cunt’ I panic spoke as the monster decided to join my moan fest. In front of me the door to the elevators opened and…wtf. It was Grigg, the ships android. And he was holding a weapon of sorts and pointing it at me, the fuckern computraitorous toaster on legs, the electronics, the…. ‘GET DOWN DOCTOR’ Grigg bellowed ‘ya dopey meat bag’ and fired a burst of what, laser water that smoked like a 60 year old barfly and crackled like an fire on steroids. The beam of…whatever it was struck the creature in the chest and it let out a roar that seemed to drown out the mad klaxon sound and began to melt in strip’s that slithered and slid into the gaps in the gangways floor. I turned and looked at Grigg who looked like he was some kind of futuristic cybernetic machine designed to save the world. ‘It will be back, Dr. Jenson. Come with me if you want to live…..well maybe. You re chances of surviving the next 24 hours are somewhere between Slim Dusty and Slim Shsdy’ Fuckern Robots.

The End By Special Agent Fox Mulder. Thanks to Jordan Grupe & Dr No Sleep for motivating me. And super thanks to all my YouTube subscribers for being the best subs ever Inspired by inspiration and written by hunt and peck technique.

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