“What do you see?”
“I beg your pardon?”
Vibrohend to the flesh brain. Run. Commune. Childbirth in my amalgamate. Children thrash, want to squay. Want to live-fly-consume-flenhave.
“Define your terms. This is gibberish!”
Drive and run. Macro-brethren alongside in the body. High order ganglia directing designitiates. I are we and we are beyopern. Beyopern reflex-limb sweeping. Don’t care. Hungry, hungry. Run-run.
“This is futile. Disconnect now.”
Bliss in obeyance. Bliss-happy-hungry. Gangrels coming. Make food. Faster, faster!
“I said disconnect!”
Let fly then chew. Jump and scramble. Prey reduced, other is prey. Next to next to next. Can’t die, absorb, evolve. Flesh pudding, destiny-bile, translation, renew-renew. Next to next to next to…
“Emperor’s bowels! Disconnect, curse you!”
The codicier removed his gauntleted hand from the mangled corpses. “It is difficult for me to believe that anyone would try such an experiment as this.”
The brother-sergeant nodded, his face grimacing in disgust beneath his helm. “Throne alone can tell, brother. This is heresy most foul.”
Both marines’ gazes took in the unholy dissection table and operating platform. Then the sergeant motioned to a battle brother nearby. “Burn it all. They have paid for this abomination. Let there be no record of this.”
A split-second later, blazing promethium brought a merciful end to it.