The stage for an outrageous work of art had been set. It was to be a masterpiece of strength and death. Machoke knelt on the ground, flexing his bicep... and displaying his naked body to the townspeople, as he aimed to put on a show. He beckoned people to come to him from the front and back, confident he wasn’t vulnerable to sneak attacks in this position. He fully controlled matters, and he knew it, just like everyone else knew it.Soon, from the rear, a meek scientist approached, walking. It branched out and slithered down the wall and she saw it move up, over the bed and towards her. She was too confused and startled to resist. She felt the slick shadow melt onto her and crawl across her skin. It wrapped around her leg then up her skirt. Her body was frozen. She was paralyzed. She stared in horror as it skittered and slunk and wrapped around her ankles. It felt like smooth skin on hers. It felt like tongues and hands and sex. It gripped hard like iron wrapped with latex. A. Then they will know thisglorious feeling.I am running through the house tiding things as I go, it tires me, butI have just to remember him... and that radiant glow fills me again. Ido this to please him... and that fills me with this light... and whenI please him, he may... to pleasure him directly... gods. My heartbeats so wild. But I must stay calm. I cannot speak other then slowlyand lowly in his presence. The light fills me... and the awe... he isso much greater than me. So much finer. I am. He looked through the drawers of the desk hoping to find some clues about the well-off owners. As he pawed through one of the larger drawers containing several thick files, he came across one labeled “Operation Mothball.” In it were documents and correspondence from the NRA-National Restoration Agency marked “Top Secret” and addressed to a W. F. Herschel. He had never heard of such an agency, and could very likely have been one of those politically unaccountable, and potentially rogue, units.