Fantastic Voyage....In A Zombie!
excitedly punching the transmission button.
“Dude! I am inside you!”
“What?” came Shriver's bewildered voice from the tinny speaker set next to the microphone. “Dom? How...What the hell, man?”
“And this is totally gay, cause that uptight doctor guy said we got injected straight into your ass! This is awesome.”
“Get away from there, you clown!” Dr. Feinerman yelled as he stormed into the cockpit. Pushing Dominick out of the way Feinerman snatched the microphone from its cradle. “This is a travesty Captain Shriver. How did this belligerent...ape...gain access to the module?”
“I told you, I fell asleep on one of those couches back there,” Dominick said as he slouched into one of the command chairs and started examining the complex array of dials and switches that lay in front of him. One button in particular caught his eye and he began to reach for it. “It isn't Mack's fault. He didn't even know I was here. Hey!”
Feinerman had slapped Dominick's hand away from the switchboard and glared at him.
“Do you want to sever your friend’s femoral artery? If so, please go ahead and push the shiny red button marked LASER.”
“Don't do that, Dom,” said Shriver. A shrill alarm began to sound faintly through the speaker. “Look Doc, I'm sorry. I had no idea Dom would was even on the compound. Is the rest of the team okay?”
“Yes, the team is intact. Even with your fat friend breathing like a winded ox, we should have enough oxygen in the module to last the duration of the mission. If not, we'll have to stop off in the lungs. Otherwise I suspect the mission will continue unhindered.”
“Who the hell built this thing anyway?” Dom asked, tapping what looked like a lava lamp that was set into the wall. “Is this a lava lamp?”
“Yes, that's a lava lamp,” Feinerman muttered, embarrassed. “The Protean II was built in the early seventies, shortly before miniaturization research was mothballed. The designers foresaw a future where people could vacation within other people for a short time. Despite its rather psychedelic touches, though, the II does have significant improvements over Protean I, which was little more than a submarine really. In fact, the retractable spider legs alone...”
“Hold on!,” Dominick shouted, raising his hand. “You have a magic ray gun that can shrink shit and all you could think to do is turn people into Disneyland? How can smart people be so stupid?”
“Once the government realized that miniaturization would essentially reinvent every aspect of our society, from travel to medical science to...what-have-you, they got scared and put an end to the research. The 'Disneyland' idea was a last ditch effort to postpone the ending of the project. It didn't work.”
“When they told me that they needed a test pilot to act as a guinea pig for the project I volunteered,” Shriver said, his voice competing with the now louder sounding alarm. “This research could change the world, Dom. I wanted to be a part of it.”
“Captain Shriver?” Feinerman leaned onto the command console. Behind him the two other members the research team entered the compartment. “Why am I hearing an alarm? Is Reynolds still with you?”
“No, he went to go see what the fuss was. The alarm seems to be coming from the east wing. I just saw him go in...Wait a sec.”
“Did he say the east wing?” Dr. McClosky asked, a note of worry in her voice. “That's where that weirdo Ambler is working on that old super-soldier program from the fifties.”
“Hey, I see Reynolds,” came Shriver's voice. “He's coming out into the courtyard now. He's limping though. He doesn't look too good. I'm going to go down and see if he needs help.”
“You should stay in the lab, Captain,” Feinerman said anxiously.
“I'll just be a minute. Reynolds can hook me back up to the monitors when we get back. You guys just keep swimming along my bloodstream and taking your tests.”
“Bloodstream?” Dominick asked with a whine. “I thought we were in your colon.”