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SQUICK ADVISORY
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Nomi floats in the warm stream of air the shower cubby uses to dry her and reclaim water in microgravity. Eyes closed, lights dimmed, she's tempted to nap right there, soothed by the white noise of the fans and cradled by the warm updraft flowing past skin still red from scrubbing.
Soon, though, the system cuts off, the humidity in the shower stall equalized with the rest of the ship, leaving her hair just slightly damp. Slipping out of the cubicle, she squeezes her hair and winds it in a towel she has pinned next to the stall, then fishes a fresh set of underwear out of her garment bag.
Rubbing her eyes with her palms, she drifts over to her bunk. She unzips the mattress-cum-microgravity-sleeping-bag and slips inside. Fastening herself up to her shoulders, so her head sticks out like the stem on a lumpy fruit, she relaxes and begins to let sleep steal over her.
Almost instantly drowsing, halfheartedly trying not to be jealous of the undoubtedly outstanding and athletic sex the kids are enjoying down the hall, she just manages not to soil herself when she sees the spiderbot clinging to the ceiling directly over her bunk.
She begins plotting her revenge even as she's fumbling for the seal inside her bag. First, she's going to interrupt their fun.
Next
, she's going to teach that boy precisely what it's like to have your captain angry with you on a boat this small.
Next...
Her first inkling that something is not right is when her eyes finally adjust enough to pick out detail. The...
thing
... above her isn't a spiderbot. It's what a spiderbot would look like if someone who had never seen one before had been given a lump of tar and a brief description, and then had been forced to sculpt at gunpoint.
She breaks the seal on the bag and flings it open at the same time the thing on the ceiling shoves itself towards her. She moves her arms in front of her face out of instinct, and she feels the creature impact against them. Manipulators at the ends of two of its limbs immediately latch on to her wrists and pry her arms apart as though she had no more strength than a child. Struggling against the steel grip and kicking her legs wildly, Nomi begins to draw breath to scream. The thing spits a fine mist directly into her opening mouth, and her cry dies unborn behind suddenly slack lips. The muscles in her throat relax, along with those in her face, and then the rest of her body. She remains conscious, adrenaline pumping, but her lungs cannot draw air, and the edges of her vision begin to darken.
The creature simply holds her arms, unmoving. She can't make out any eyes, or any other features, really, the whole thing seems like it's made out of malleable black marble. As her last dregs of consciousness start to waver, she sees and feels the thing put a... a
mandible
on either side of her head, straightening her until she faces perfectly upwards. She watches with a sense of horror as it extrudes a tube towards her, pushing past her slack lips and deeper into her mouth, slick and tasting faintly of flowers and rust.
He body tries to choke, but it doesn't have the muscle control to effect the spasm. Her eyelids start to flutter and her vision fades to black. Her last thoughts are of Bill.
Suddenly, cool, blessed air floods her lungs, and her chest expands once more. Consciousness comes back in a rush, as does the flow of adrenaline. The thing is using the tube to feed her air! Her lungs fill almost painfully full, then deflate. She can feel it inside her, broadening slightly as it pushes oxygen into her. Her relief at breathing again is mitigated by disgust and her fear, as she finally has time to think about how helpless she is.
None of the rest of the crew have any reason to check on her for the next twelve hours, and despite the thing's questionable heroics in saving her life, she doubts that its intentions are benign. Suddenly, she feels a cool sensation in her lungs, and she realizes the thing has added something to her air.
What is that.
what.
what
w
The tableau holds for a few minutes, the spider breathing for the wide-eyed, insensate woman, until finally it draws the tube from between her lips. With a weak cough she begins breathing shallow breaths on her own again, still staring blankly upwards, her head cradled by alien limbs. Every minute or two the creature spits another small cloud into her mouth, and eventually her lungs are drawing air normally again.
A tendril, as thin as a silk thread, extrudes from the creature towards the helpless woman. Slowly, slowly, it bridges the gap between them, until it pauses just over an eye. With infinite precision, it begins to push into the space between the orb and her tear duct. Nomi does not blink as the thread traces its way inside the socket of her eye, following the curve of the orb all the way to the base of the optic nerve, and from there deeper into her skull.
When it encounters the sac enclosing the captain's brain, it begins to divide, and divide, and divide, until tens of billions of molecular-scale child-threads begin to penetrate the barrier. Soon it is in direct physical contact with surface of the brain of the
Rockhopper's
captain, and begins to insinuate itself deeper still.
The tableau holds while the invasion her mind continues. The creature is statue-still, clinging to the human woman, the only movement the slow rise and fall of her breath. A few minutes after the initial attack her extremities begin to jerk, spasmodically flopping as the tendrils invade her motor cortex. Her mouth opens and closes, over and over, though there isn't enough of her conscious mind available to form words.
The spider is undisturbed by the physical symptoms of the mind-rape, holding her head still in the vice-like grip of its limbs. Soon, every neuron in her skull is under observation by a child of the original tendril, and she stops moving.
Satisfied, the creature settles in to read, occasionally spitting another cloud between the captain's slack lips.
----
"Ung. Kid, grab me a bulb of coffee, would you? And try not to look so goddamned chipper."
Faith does her best to smother the smile that's been on her face since her activities last night (and this morning) with Josh.
"Sorry, Captain."
Nomi grunts and takes a grateful sip of the hot beverage her astrogator propels towards her. "Thanks. My head feels like I got in a drinking contest with Grubs. Is he down in engineering?"
"Yes, with Josh. Grubs had an idea about the bot priorities they think might make the mining a few percent more efficient, they're trying to prove that out before we go back under."
Nomi nods. "Well, we'll give them a half hour and check. I don't mind letting us cheat the stasis schedule a little if it saves us time overall. Are there any sausages left?"
----
"So, yeah," Grubs says, pulling himself along Nomi in one of the corridors bordering engineering, "Buys us a couple of weeks overall, would have been more if I'd thought of it before we finished making the bots, that's where it would have given us the most savings."
"Two weeks is two weeks." Nomi replies. "Remember it if we ever need to make a new batch, but I don't intend to scrap the bots we have now when we push off. We'll rig up some sort of cold storage for them here, so they'll be waiting with the rail when we come back for a second helping."
"Aye. Welp," the engineer stands, stretching, "I suppose I'm ready for the grave if you are, Skipper."
She nods and reaches over to flip on the ship-wide com. "It's that time again, kids. Everyone head to the mausoleum."
----
Grubs helps Josh with the hookups while Nomi is pushing Faith's coffin closed. Mashing the talk button, she asks, "All good in there, Faith?"
"
Yes, Captain. See you soon.
"
She looks over just in time to see Grubs push Josh's coffin home. She walks over and checks the coffin's chronometer to make sure it's timed to wake him correctly, then turns to the Chief.
