Appendix G

Appendix G
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Friday, February 7, 2020

Juves Gone Wild - a short funnel set in Umbra City


He was, they thought, some buzzhead.  A drunk, or maybe a spice nut.  Whatever.  Some strange rando was called out on a ‘disorderly & disobey’ and pulled into the SecFor Compassion House for some ‘cool down time.’

The weird movements inside him started a few hours after he arrived on world, Maleth Noir, armpit of the old Imperial core.   IT didn’t seem so bad at first. But the sweating.  Some reaction to a local pollen perhaps, or maybe climate control – they used force field climate control here he read – sometimes seemed to trigger a reaction.
By that first evening his skin felt like it could and very well might dismount from his flesh and crawl about on his own.  He hit some Pharm and went to get a drink and that’s when the movements…inside began.

The E-district was already filling up at the SecFor briefing house that morning; a crystal convention brought a delegation of 100 filthy credited merchants from Dulcinea and their associated entourage. Some of the visiting crystal spiders were having problems with the stationary holograms and so the pods were filling up fast. So, they rotated the guy down to Umbra city, let it be their problem.  He looked sick on the capsule to the transporting officer but sleeping.  They liked it when the perps were sleeping. Quiet.

The dreams were terrible, constant nightmares about cannibalism and being consumed from within by dozens, hundreds of tiny creatures. And the burning, so hot, he felt as though were on fire.  Sweat beaded like molten silver across his brow, both in dream and awake.  A kind of distorted time warp of a fever dream came over him.  He was being eaten.  He was being consumed from the inside out by hundreds of tiny gnawing lifeforms, that he could already feel violently moving about within him.  NO ROOM  And they would be idle and then one would panic and then all would scramble about trying to find a way out.
Paralyzed by and full of fear, he did not even recognize when he came to wake, or why the officer was speaking so slowly but loudly. Or his response. He was just…angry. And strong.
He could now dimly recall a thought, an almost afterthought, from the moment he stepped off the shuttle in Sky city – a … doubt? No, regret? Was it something he had eaten?   Inhaled.   Fucked?
Whatever it was he couldn’t recall, memory obscured by the tearing sounds of meat and the wicker bending of uncared for and soft bone, and the constant movement now. IT did not stop. And there was more of it.
Whatever he did, it was obviously something he should not have done.

They beat him when he turned violent.  IT was obvious they took it too far immediately. He tapped out. For a moment the five officers exchanged glances and looked at the shine on their boots.  Finally, one of them took some initiative and they got the body…the suspect to a secure holding at the far end. Leave him there until the end of shift and let him sleep whatever off. All with a quiet prayer to the Status Quo.
Hours later, at close of shift, the hack looked in on him, but was almost immediately summoned away. Some upstairs stiff had ordered a round up of undesirable juves for some reason. Right now, tonight.  And he remained. Though she swore, later quite literally, swear in the deposition embossed with the seal of Leviathan, that she thought something large in his chest seemed to have been moving around, perhaps she said under his tunic.
As the juves were sorted and loaded no one came calling or to pay attention. No one heard the screams, the terrible screams, as the now nameless and horribly doomed off worlder felt their flesh tear apart, their skin split wide open, and their throat tear open from the inside as the first dozen or so space rats chewed and gnawed their way through his flesh.  His own fingers tearing at his chest, clawing now first tearing shirt, then skin, and then digging through flesh, meat under his fingernails until he hit bone.   His ribcage now exposed, contained a hundred screaming, squeaking, squealing off-world rats, somehow, impossibly, transported through customs inside his body.
The first of them screeched with chaotic delight as it wrecked it’s way up his throat, wiggling through is screams out of his mouth with a loud CRACK, unhinging his jaw.  Behind the first. A dozen more scurried out now the bore hole.

Squeaky Doom had come to Maleth Noir.

Juves gone wild / Squeaky Doom Comes to Noir  -a funnel for 12 juves caught in a SecFor round up.