The Starry Wisdom_Fiction Inspired by H.P. Lovecraft by D.M. Mitchell

Author:D.M. Mitchell [Mitchell, D.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: SCB Distributors
Published: 2013-09-11T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THREE: THE WHORE BENEATH THE FLOOR

Stairs descending like deformed spines into the toadstool city near the flaking edges of the THIs/NOTTHIs screen generator. Dim titan figures bled into the margins of perception. Hidden in the blind spot at the corner of our eyes we were aware of the cast shadows of the great anti-concepts, the spaces between of the ever present always invisible macroverse... crackle and scuzz, the fractal embroidery of galactic entrails.

The pyramid’s defenses gave way... there was always someone inside trying to summon us for some insane personal reason...

Death was imminent.

There was a reprogrammed Shoggoth in the room with us, selected for its aggression. Ignoring for a moment, the poisoned flower head which opened and closed like a golf umbrella, showering mind-control spores on everything within a ten foot radius, we went for the mid-section – a mass of seething, pistoning carrots and rotting, clutching tubers. These sex organs were on such open and flagrant display, that it should have come as no surprise to the shoggoth or its remotecontroling operator when Oubliette scythed in close, fingers strobing and superheating the air as she castrated the monster in a brief storm of chopped vegetable material and primitive protoplasm.. …and as the mass of perfectly-evolved jigsaw biology spun on its radial axis to inseminate our auras, howling like a mandrake ripped out by the roots. I ran through billions of evolutionary strategies per second. Natural selection as a martial art – fasts forward, pause, rewind – we melted together, minds in stereo and were a thing like a church organ – wheezing stops and pulsing pipes halfway between a crab’s mouth and the ..glass and rusty iron hoses, spraying an organic DDT across the shoggoth’s vulnerable sensory lichens...

We decided to abandon all mercy as the creature went down. It’s operator would still be experiencing vestigial Central Nervous System mapping and could feel everything the shoggoth felt. Four hundred pointed metal hooves went in like ..and kicked the fucker to chicken salad in seconds

We were breathing deeply, expressing a red fog and

“This had better be fucking worth it.”

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