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!!oRzT9pO4Q3p 02/12/11(Sat)07:36 No.13873856rolled 30 = 30
You emerge from the lavatory, your companion concealed by the reinforced fabric of your new jumpsuit. Mu'roh is hunched over a worktop nearby, one of his menu optical lenses pressed against a microscope. "Ahh," he observes without looking up, "about time. Come over here, this may interest you."
The scientist takes two steps to the side, allowing you sufficient room to lean down over the microscope and observe the tray it's focused on. The image appears to be one of a cluster of cells, the cobalt pigment consistent with tau skin, with a nanomechanical armature poised at the edge of the scope. Mu'roh activates the device, a minute syringe extending from the armature and injecting an unfamiliar organism into the sample.
"Cultured from our guests," he explains, indicating the tyranid cell, its jagged shape spearing the membranes of its neighbors. "Watch what happens when it's introduced to this skin sample I took from you."
Even as Mu'roh speaks, you can see the adjoining cells quiver at the alien insinuation, changing in shape and configuration to interlock with the new addition. Then, the cells adjoining those do the same until the entire sample has taken on the appearance of the foreign contaminant. You're about to look up when Mu'roh directs your attention back to the lense. "Watch, now," he instructs, and before your eyes the sample begins to regenerate! New cells forming at its periphery before it finally runs out of raw material to fuel its growth.
"Impressive, isn't it?" |
