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Depends, I guess.\u201d He jerks his chin at the med bay door. \u201cWould you eat that thing?\u201d You consider it. You\u2019re so tired nothing seems strange anymore. \u201cI dunno. Bugs are supposed to taste like lobster.\u201d \u201cYeah, but. Ain\u2019t a bug though. Is it? It\u2019s like that fucked up crab Bautista showed us.\u201d Bautista said the thing was like this kind of parasite that gets in a certain kind of crab, wraps all around its brain so it can control its limbs and make it move, and then\u2026She called it a parasitic castrator.<\/p>\n

She showed pictures. Could you eat a crab like that? Could you eat the thing inside of it? Bautista could have told you, if she wasn\u2019t dead. You hope she\u2019s dead, anyway. Last time you saw her she was pale and sweating, belly swollen up, coveralls busted at the side seams and patches of lymph and blood where her skin had broken open. She was past talking\u2014just making this low, animal groan. Bautista with her fancy fucking degrees, she would have known for sure if you could eat that thing.<\/p>\n

Not that that\u2019s what you want to do. You wish you\u2019d shot her. There had probably been time to shoot her. You know there was time to shoot her because you just stood there for a second like an idiot and stared, thought about what was going to happen to her. She explained it to all of you, clinical and terrified, after the thing took out its first fire team and only one guy made it back, wild-eyed, sweaty, half nuts.<\/p>\n

After he raped the tech who was trying to draw his blood\u2014crying all the time, apologizing, not stopping. Bautista showed you all the surveillance footage. After the split and weeping skin stretched over the tech\u2019s belly started to move like something in a nature documentary. After Bautista held the tech\u2019s hand while he died, or as close as she could hold it through the containment chamber\u2019s gloves. The other guy died too\u2014the rapist. Different way, also bad. But nobody held his hand. \u201cYou think Bautista\u2019s dead yet?\u201d<\/p>\n

you ask Baker, wondering if you sound normal. \u201cJesus,\u201d says Baker, who definitely doesn\u2019t. \u201cI fucking hope so.\u201d<\/p>\n

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OceanofPDF.com It\u2019s been seventy-two hours since you and Baker barricaded yourselves in med bay six. You\u2019re supposed to be sleeping in shifts but the rota is starting to break down and right now you\u2019re both propped up against the operating table, shoulders touching, heads nodding, red-eyed and grimy and laughing all the way to the gallows. \u201cSpinach pakora,\u201d says Baker. \u201cThe cheap stuff, from the divey place around the corner from my flat.\u201d You can feel the crunch of the batter, the tickle of spices in the back of your nose.<\/p>\n

You close your eyes for just a second. They\u2019re dry from the stale, recycled air and your eyelids stick. It\u2019s painful. You don\u2019t want to open them again. \u201cDeep fried morel mushrooms.\u201d You blink up into the fake blue daylight of the full-spectrum lamps, which are supposed to make you feel awake.<\/p>\n

The tubes hum on the edge of your hearing. \u201cExpensive, innit?\u201d Baker asks. \u201cLike, they use those in\u2014\u201d he pauses, tucks his chin and lowers his eyelashes, raises one limp-wristed hand \u2014\u201chaute cuisine.\u201dYou shrug. \u201cI guess. My grandma used to go out in the woods and pick \u2019em. Fried \u2019em in Crisco.\u201d Baker lets his head fall back against the gurney. His Adam\u2019s apple bobs beneath his stubble as he swallows.<\/p>\n

Once, twice. \u201cYou know there\u2019s this mushroom, it\u2019s poisonous. Only a couple of people who\u2019ve eaten it have survived. And they all said it was fucking delicious. Best thing they ever ate.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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