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The
creature
didn
’
t
move
.
Dallas
touched
the
beam
to
grey
skin
,
moved
it
a
millimetre
or
two
downward
until
he
was
sure
he
was
actually
cutting
flesh
.
The
beam
travelled
effortlessly
down
the
creature
’
s
back
.
Still
the
subject
of
this
preliminary
biopsy
did
not
move
,
nor
did
it
show
any
sign
of
pain
from
the
continuing
cut
.
At
the
top
of
the
wound
a
yellowish
fluid
began
to
drip
,
flow
down
the
smooth
side
.
’
Starting
to
bleed
,
’
Ash
noted
professionally
.
The
liquid
flowed
onto
the
bedding
next
to
Kane
’
s
head
.
A
small
wisp
of
what
Dallas
first
thought
might
be
steam
rose
from
the
pallet
.
The
dark
gas
was
not
familiar
.
The
hissing
noise
that
began
to
issue
from
the
bedding
was
.
He
stopped
,
removed
the
blade
,
and
stared
at
the
sizzling
spot
.
The
hissing
grew
louder
,
deeper
.
He
looked
downward
.
The
liquid
had
already
eaten
through
the
bedding
and
the
metal
medical
platform
.
It
was
pooling
and
sizzling
,
a
miniature
hell
,
near
his
feet
as
it
began
to
eat
into
the
deck
.
Metal
bubbled
steadily
.
Gas
produced
as
a
by
-
product
started
to
fill
the
infirmary
.
It
seared
Dallas
’
s
throat
,
reminding
him
of
police
-
control
gas
,
which
was
only
mildly
painful
but
impossible
to
stomach
.
He
panicked
at
the
thought
of
what
this
stuff
might
be
doing
to
his
own
lungs
.
Eyes
filling
with
sharp
tears
,
nose
running
,
he
tried
frantically
to
close
the
wound
by
squeezing
together
the
two
sides
of
the
cut
with
his
hands
.
In
the
process
,
some
of
the
still
-
flowing
liquid
leaked
onto
his
gloves
.
They
began
to
smoke
.
As
he
staggered
toward
the
corridor
,
he
fought
to
pull
them
off
before
the
tough
material
was
eaten
through
and
the
liquid
started
on
his
skin
.
He
threw
them
on
the
deck
.
The
still
-
active
droplets
fell
from
the
gloves
and
commenced
dissolving
additional
pits
in
the
metal
.
Brett
was
looking
mad
and
more
than
a
little
scared
.
’
Shit
.
It
’
s
going
to
eat
through
the
decks
and
out
the
hull
.
’
He
turned
,
ran
for
the
nearest
companionway
.
Dallas
yanked
an
emergency
lamp
from
its
holding
socket
and
followed
the
engineering
tech
,
the
others
crowding
close
behind
.
The
B
deck
corridor
below
was
lined
with
instruments
and
conduits
.
Brett
was
already
searching
the
ceiling
below
the
infirmary
.
The
liquid
still
had
several
intervening
levels
of
alloy
to
penetrate
.
