World War T is a series of independent, vaguely interconnected stories about different tentacle monsters invading Earth, very much an erotic homage to World War Z. These very short stories do not need to be read sequentially.
Excerpt from The Miami Herald
- "Co-Eds Still Missing"
Police remain baffled over the mysterious disappearance of over a dozen college-aged students. The case received unusual noterietrary after the release of one eerie viral video, showing a naked woman clutching a unique species of octopus, walking hypnotically into the water. Police Chief Dan Patrick commented on the growing online sensation.
"So far... we are unable to ascertain if there is any connection [with the video] and any of our active cases." Patrick stated. "We are looking into all possibilities, but the recent spike in disappearances has the full attention of our department.
Miami PD has released alerts on nearly twenty missing person's cases, each bearing remarkable similarities. Each new disappearance occurred within 48 hours of the others, all affecting young women with easy access to the waterfront.
Patrick refused to issue any warning or comment on these similarities.
"Not at this time, not with the information we presently possess." Patrick said. "Of course, our hearts and prayers are with the families..."
The signal spread out through a thousand different tendrils, touching the minds of each of our possessions on the landmass.
They came in droves.
The females touched by our needs drove into the ocean themselves, shedding their protections to walk obediently into the ocean, unaware of what they were doing.
Answering our call.
They would have drowned, their bodies weak and frail even inside their natural biome. We met them as they disappeared into the water, our individual bodies touching against theirs. Our appendages synthesized the oxygen and nutrients they needed, guiding them out to deep.
We had to deny ourselves, the hormones of a thousand drones battling against the collective, wanting to spend their seed before the appointed time. Unlike the humans, the collective maintained its control, keeping in check all but the most weak willed from immediately driving their tentacles into their hosts, taking for themselves what should have belonged to all.
Those would be reborn, made stronger with their next bodies.
Our purpose had changed.
The humans had been an afterthought to our settlement. From the understanding of our scouts until their contact was severed, we might have exploited most of the planet without any direct confrontation with the dominant species.
They could not physically dwell in the waters. With our technology, evasion should have been simple.
Only the humans played in the water.
And we learned to play with them.
Our species had been engineered, our consciousness put into these creatures close enough to the native fauna to not arise suspicion even while distinctly designed for our purposes.
