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We've Reached Epsilon!Every blood cell told Paul that he was a freak. Rainbow scales shivered up his torso and breathed grotesquely, sucking in atmospheric moisture in the dank underground complex. Paul felt that if he found a mirror, he would smash it and cut his own throat.We've Reached Epsilon! by ~tamaranorbust
Tal'Shen was deliciously rupturing the opaque turquoise fleshy bulbs on his back. Suicide? She stopped.
Lysanna's twin, Linfjen, froze Maya rigid. She bombarded Lysanna with telepathic spears. She must protect Paul's Rejection of the progeny.
From afar, Lysanna grew alarmed. Humans were uniquely physically vulnerable to Fonae spawn. Unfortunately, among the galaxy's sentient races, humans
Immaculate TransmissionPaul awoke to Maya's terrifying strangled gargle: "Scry as you like, Lysanna! They deserve mmmmm their own gods, even when prone to us. Mmmmm you hope they sanctify immaculate transmission mmhyahyahya! If your progeny survives –" Paul yelped as Maya's jab stabbed the hard, pulsating, possessed part of his groin – "mmy Proxitol, then they mmay worship this host as the virgin bearer of your divine mmmabomination –"Immaculate Transmission by ~tamaranorbust
"Maya! Whom are you addressing?" A man looked in from the hallway.
"Meade! S-sorry. J-Just. Talking to myself." Maya sounded tinny.
"Exercise caution, please. You know the spore's capabilities, even at this stage."
Maya bit her
Backstage AudienceConvulsion! His brain became a backstage audience, while his head and body thrashed. The thing inside made him heave to expel the chemical. Maya propped a bowl as he vomited. "Sorry, love, that's the Proxitol again. It'll keep you human – for a bit."Backstage Audience by ~tamaranorbust
Terrified, he looked around blurrily. They were in a medical lab. Its walls, sink, the grate on the floor, even the table he was on, were made from polished copper.
The shield above the door was worse. Turquoise wings over a diamond. A week ago, another hacker, Greenwing, had showed him this symbol. The girl insisted they meet IRL. He thought he was finally going to get some, but lost hop
Leopards Have RosesJesus. He fingered the spreading patch on his thigh. Pain and panic flashed, hot and cold. Somehow, he heard his phone vibrating from the bedroom. He could hear his keys tinkling against the buzzing cell, like icicles falling from eaves to icy pavements.Leopards Have Roses by ~tamaranorbust
He was dry. Dressed. In the bedroom. "Hello?" His brain wondered: How the fuck did I leave the shower?
"Hello, Paul? It's Jacob. I'm at Leicester Square. Where are you? Did you get in OK? Did you forget our meeting?"
Raspberry fork-tongued starfish danced with turquoise hexagonal doorways. "Jake? Oh God! I'm sorry. I'll be there in ten minutes."
"OK. I'm outside the Empire. Hurry up. It's
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