Fantastic Voyage....In A Zombie! (Pt. 2)
as Vilinsky carefully piloted the craft down the slightly pulsing artery.
“I'm close to the wound, I think,” he said, wiping sweat from his upper lip. “I wish Reynolds was here to drive this thing, I'm only supposed to be watching the engines.”
“I wish Reynolds hadn't bitten our test subject,” Feinerman muttered next to him. “McClosky, have you been able to pick up a transmission from the micron cameras that we put in Shriver's eyes?”
“Yes, Doctor,” McClosky answered, swiveling her laptop in his direction. Feinerman watched through Shriver's eyes as he bandaged up the wound on his arm. “I'm also picking up data from the sensors we injected as well. His white blood cell count is through the roof and he's starting to run a fever.”
“Here they come,” Vilinsky said, pointing out the port observation window. Spiked, white balls rushed past the craft amongst the tumbling red blood cells, surging ahead to face whatever infection was developing as a result of Reynolds' bite. “What the hell is that?”
The three of them watched as a white cell launched itself at what looked to be a black, thorn-covered snake. The jet black rope coiled itself around the cell, its thorns digging in as it constricted and elongated around it, sawing it in half with remarkable speed. The snake-thing shot itself at another white cell as the remnants of the first was rapidly consumed by a different snake. The crew of the Protean II watched in horror as hundreds of other inky black ropes began to surge around them, attacking and consuming red and white cells alike in with an almost bloodthirsty zeal.
“Oh my God!,” came Dominick's shout from the back of the vessel. He came running into the control room, panting with exertion. “You guys won't believe this!”
“Be quiet, you ape!” Feinerman shouted.
“Fuck off!” Dominick retorted. “I wasn't talking to you anyway. Woman Doctor...”
“My name's...,” McClosky began to say, turning towards the large man.
“Doesn't matter, you won't believe what I found back in that weird room with the round bed.”
“We're having a situation here, Dom.”
“A shitload of porn. I mean, piles of filth. Magazines, reel-to-reel films, even some real dirty cassette tapes. There's like a whole porn closet back there.”
Everyone stopped and looked over at Dr. Feinerman, who had suddenly stiffened. Slowly, he turned and faced his three companions. Removing his glasses and wiping them with a handkerchief he let out a long sigh.
“We built the Protean II in the early seventies. They say that the sixties was the decade of love, but what they didn't understand was that that was simply the world having one last explosion of mundane sexuality before we transcended into a bold new form of lovemaking. My fellow scientists and I were pioneers in the realm of human sexuality and sensuality. We developed the Protean to be the ultimate form of human sexual expression!
“How you could you go back to normal, one-on-one sex, when you could make sweet love to another while a group of people made love within your very bloodstream? Or perhaps, when climax was reached and you flooded your partner with ejaculate, you could also be transferring those passionately copulating individuals...”
“Enough Doctor,” McClosky said loudly, waving her hands in disgust. “We get the picture.”
“I don't,” Dominick said excitedly. “Keep going. This is hot.”
“Wasn't this a government-funded project, Doctor?” Vilinsky asked.
“Well, yes,” Feinerman answered apprehensively. “But we were faced with overwhelming...”
Dominick let out a sharp bark of a laugh. “You spent millions of taxpayer dollars to build a shaggin' wagon. You are my new hero, Doc. Up top.”
Reluctantly, Feinerman slapped five. He was just about to explain himself more when the Protean II was savagely rocked, knocking all of them to the deck.
Vilinsky clambered back into the pilot seat and began to check his sensors. The rest looked out of the observation portals with mounting horror.
The long, thorny snakes had completely surrounded the vessel, forming an almost complete wall around them. After defeating and consuming the red and white blood cells the snakes had joined together and wormed their way up the the artery, mercilessly sawing into the tissue wall and spreading through the rest of Captain Shriver's arm. Small sparks of what looked like electricity occasionally arced along the tips of the thorn protuberances.
“That is not sexy,” Dominick stated.