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The Invader
The pressure, as always, was beyond intense. I could liken the feeling, although I have never
personally felt nor do I know anyone who has, to a lowland gorilla standing on my face with his hairy
kin hanging off my arms and legs like they were tree branches. Despite the unpleasant feeling of being
squished into a puddle of skin and bones, I smiled because I knew that quite soon I would once again
experience that ethereal feeling which was weightlessness, until Captain Carnell equalized the pressure
of our spacecraft.
The change to the zero gravity of the shuttle was brief and smooth and I immediately unlatched
my harness and began swimming around the room in exaggerated breaststrokes for the crews
amusement.
I floated for a short while and I heard Captain Carnell's gravelly voice through my helmet
I began to swim down and I was about five feet from the stainless steel deck when I heard the
noise that can only be described as a combination of steam hissing and a vacuum cleaner. I dropped the
five feet and since I was unprepared, I tumbled forward and smashed my helmet on the ground, doing a
brief headstand before I toppled over onto my back. I could still hear the captain laughing as he
removed his suit, as he had activated the gravity simulator before I had reached the deck.
"No, but it was funny" he replied, emitting his guttural laugh and Gottlieb joined in too. We
were on a routine trip to Gamma 61oc for beryllium as Earth had long since exhausted its personal
supply and the supply of any nearby planets. Gamma 61oc was about a four weeks flight away and we
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had just entered space with the sound of our dispatcher still crackling over the intercom asking the
There were three of us on board and that was all that we needed on this simple collection
mission.
"Alright ladies, only 719 hours and 59 minutes until we're there" stated Captain Carnell, his
usual joke.
"We are practically there" joked Gottlieb with an accent as thick as pea soup, making his w's
The combined best and worst thing about the trip to Gamma were the tasks we had aboard the
ship, which was a whole lot of nothing. We were paid to sit on the ship and wait until we arrived and
then return. The only member who ever had something to do was Gottlieb and malfunctions were
thankfully quite rare and maintenance was more routine then anything.
The ship was simply designed; there was the control room, currently occupied by us, and one
small corridor branching from it. At the end of the corridor was what we called the Sittin' Room which
consisted of a few kitchen essentials and a bolted down steel table where we spent most of the trip
sitting around. The vast majority of the ships volume was the cargo hold for the beryllium.
I made some coffee, which was just putting these hard brown pill things into another softer gel
capsule which somehow made coffee. Don't ask me how it works, I didn't invent the things.
Captain Carnell was regaling us with a Tompkins Tale, which was an anecdote of the prehistoric
engineer that Gottlieb had replaced. For this particular story I had been there when it happened but
Gottlieb had never heard it before and was finding it quite amusing.
"So Pete, he's never seen those coffee pills before right, they were brand spanking new after
everyone kept bitchin' about how all we could drink was those goddamn water pills eh" continued
"He thought they were the vitamin pills because back then they were brown, which was their
natural colour and Pete, well this guy was a little...."stalled Captain Carnell.
"Anal?" I added, knowing exactly what Peter Tompkins was. The captain nodded.
"Anal, you mean like ass?" asked Gottlieb, "he was an asshole?"
This sent Carnell and myself into hysterics while Gottlieb looked at us with a curious
expression. Gottlieb was fluent in English but he hadn't spent much time in America and still got a few
words confused and sometimes lapsed back into his native German when he was excited.
"Jim said Gottlieb, pronouncing it like Yim was ist das?" and pointed behind me to the edge of
the counter.
I don't speak German but guessing from the context and his body language, I assume he was
I turned around in my chair and didn't immediately see what he was pointing at.
"What? The counter?" I asked him, we use that for putting things on. It was meant to be a
"No" he said and shook his hand, his finger still outstretched and pointing at to where the edge
of the counter meets the wall of the spacecraft. I still couldn't see whatever he was indicating and
leaned in closer and saw what he was pointing at. It was a small grey blob, looked kind of like someone
had picked their nose and wiped it on the counter edge. Normally, back on Earth, this would not have
been anything out of the ordinary, just gross. Here in the spacecraft though, it was unusual as the craft
was sanitized and cleaned prior to takeoff and neither the captain, Gottlieb nor I even had time to rub a
booger on it yet.
"What's he pointin' at Jim?" the captain asked me, ruffled due to the lack of attention his
"I don't know, check it out" I said and the captain got up and walked over to investigate the grey
"Get on the transmitter and tell whoever is listening that the cleaners need to get their ass in
gear" said Carnell. He was usually a pretty laid back guy but he was a complete neat freak as well, he
even made us make our beds and tuck them in the morning but this was probably a relic of the 15-years
he spent in the Royal Canadian Air Force prior to his career with Willoughby.
The captain and Gottlieb returned to their uncomfortable metal stools and I walked the short
corridor back to the control room and picked up the radio transmitter, making the captain's requested
transmission which I imagine was being received with much eye rolling.
I returned to the Sittin' Room and Captain Carnell was wrapping up his Peter Tompkins story to
As I stepped into the room, what struck me as a little bit odd was that even when I was much
closer to the table earlier, I could not see the glob, but now I could easily see it poking out from the
counter edge.
"Jurgen" I started, "am I nuts or did that get bigger?" I asked him.
He turned around and observed the blob quickly, rotating back to me and he nodded slowly with
his eyebrows furrowed. This caught the captain's attention and his eyes focused to the blob also,
coming to the same conclusion. We sat in silence, all watching the grey blob and after a few minutes of
stillness, decided that it was indeed larger again. The growth wasn't able to be seen by watching it, but
it used to be the size of a tic-tac and was now about the size of a marble.
"...what do we do?" I asked him. He put his finger up to his lips in a shushing motion and jutted
In another ten minutes, it was the size of a ping pong ball and it was definitely time to act.
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"Uh, grab one of those canister things we keep up in the cupboard, and shove it in there" he
"I gotta tell you Bill, uh, captain sir, I'm not entirely crazy about touching that thing" I said.
"Do it."
I walked around the counter and reached above it, opening the cupboard and retrieving one of
these acrylic containers I have never discovered a use for. It looked like a large, transparent pill bottle
and I unscrewed the lid, moving to the other side of the counter.
There was no way in hell I was touching it so I grabbed an unopened blue ballpoint pen from
the same cupboard and slowly approached the blob. Its size now led to a better view and it was not as
mucus-y as once thought. It was no longer grey but a pearly white, like when you pour water in a cup
that recently had milk in it. It was also translucent and lumpy but in the total stillness, I observed,
I turned around to look at Carnell and Gottlieb, who were now both standing but a fair distance
from me, eyes observant and sharp. I took the pen, slowly put it towards the lump and poked it with the
click button.
Instantly, the button began to smoulder and melt into a gooey blue substance that was being
slowly sucked into the blob, resembling melted chewing gum. I shrieked loudly and effeminately,
dropping both the canister and the pen. The canister fell to the ground and clattered but the pen hung
from the blob like a dart about to fall from a corkboard. I stepped back quickly and watched as the blob
shivered a bit and began to turn the faintest shade of blue as the pen slowly entered it, turning it a
darker colour.
"Oh my" whispered the captain under his breath and we all backed up to the other side of the
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table.
The pen was now entirely in the blob which had elongated itself to accommodate the pencil's
shape, visibly splintering and disintegrating. I knew that soon there would be nothing left.
"Everyone out ordered Carnell, Jim, get Bacchus on the line, now." I obeyed.
"What's going on there Jim, still doing fine or did the captain find another snot deposit?" came
"No, something's not good, we have a problem" I replied. I could see him now, feet up on the
desk with the TV on, but now I knew he was putting his feet down and turning off the TV, pulling
"Bring in Dr Bacchus from the lab, right now" I commanded. I heard the dispatcher phone the
lab on the emergency phone, it took only a couple minutes for Dr Bacchus to show up and I heard him
through the transmitter. Although it didn't take long for the doctor to show up, the minutes seemed a lot
longer, Gottlieb and the captain surrounding me, the captain ready to take the transmitter.
"I am being informed you have an urgent issue?" came the mind-numbingly boring voice of
Captain Carnell snatched the transmitter from my hand, "Yes, start a video link now"
A few seconds later, the one-word reply "Yes as the video link flickered on and I was greeted
We followed Carnell briskly to the Sittin' Room and walked to the blob on the counter and he
"Well it's not nothing and you better find out, you're the scientist" growled Captain Carnell,
look. He walked over to the counter and removed a coffee pill from a container, he dropped it on to
"No way doc, Jim tried putting it into a bottle but it ate his pokin' stick" he said, anxious. I had
A long mud-coloured tendril erupted from the body of the blob and hit the transmitter directly in
the centre, melting it immediately and sending the acrid smell of burnt plastic into our nostrils.
Gottlieb and I jumped back and the captain dropped the transmitter. It fell about two feet and
the tendril began its retreat into the blob, dropping tiny splatters of burnt plastic onto the floor.
Amidst our collective shrieks, another tendril whipped out and slapped Carnell across the face,
faster then anyone could even process what was happening. There was the sizzle of burning meat,
searing a straight line through his thick, grizzled beard into his skin. The odours of burning hair and
frying skin combined into a smell of a barbeque gone horribly wrong, causing me to retch.
He spun around clutching his cheek and yowling like a terrified bear. He removed his blood
streaked hands from his face and I was appalled to see square white chunks attached to his cheek and
then I realized out those were his teeth and a lipstick sized hole had spread through the side of his face.
I back stepped quickly and fell over Gottlieb, who was rushing to escape the room as quick as I was.
There was a thick slurping noise and a tendril whipped out once more and slapped Captain
Carnell on his left thigh but it didn't retreat immediately as before, it wrapped around his leg like a boa
constrictor and began to disappear into his skin. In less than two seconds, most of the captain's leg fell
off to the side and he toppled over, screaming even louder than before. His face hit the ground and a
bloody streak splattered out onto the once immaculate steel flooring. The last thing I saw was the
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severed leg being sucked into the blob, which was advancing over the counter, as Gottlieb's yell broke
Not one second after I cleared the Sittin' Room, the sliding door shut and Carnell's screams
were muffled, not silenced, just muffled. I didn't want to, nor could I, look through the window so I
quickly ran from the corridor and entered the control room where Gottlieb was leaning over the control
He was leaning over the myriad of buttons and knobs, sweating and breathing heavily. I dashed
by him and flipped the radio intercom switch, to see if I could hear anything from dispatch. I fell down
into the chair, and stared at the roof, sweat stinging my eyes, the smell of burnt hair and flesh which I
Dr Bacchus is assembling a team immediately, await further instruction said the dispatcher, I
knew from experience that he would relay this message every thirty seconds as we could not respond
I did not hear Captain Carnell's cries anymore, whether I was too far away or whether he was
We remained this way for a minute or so until I found my tongue. Should we check? I asked.
I got up and Gottlieb and I walked beside each other down the narrow corridor, both careful not
to get the least bit ahead of the other one, both grabbing the others sleeve. The window in the door was
clear and we could see nothing except the small viewing window beside the table in the Sittin' Room
which allowed us to look into the cargo hold. We inched closer, on tiptoes, looking at the bottom of the
door window, trying to get a view of either the captain or the blob. There was no noise except the huffs
There, I see it, right there I jabbered, pointing to the bottom of the window. Gottlieb was a
few inches shorter than me and he could not see yet so we edged closer yet. The top of the glob was
visible and it was now the size of a round hay bale and coloured a disgusting puce. We continued our
advance and were soon at the door, peering into the room. I could see nothing in the room besides the
Gottlieb's finger touched the little window, is, are those teeth?
Squinting, I was able to see little white chunks of tooth floating around the midsection of the
We backed up, not a second too soon as another tendril, except not a tendril anymore, this was
more of a tentacle, hit the window and bubbled the plastic. We spun around and bolted back down the
hall towards the control room. I whipped my head around and saw the blob sliding through the hole in
the window like molasses at an alarming speed, buckling the door. In my panic, the tip of my shoe
came down on the back of Gottlieb's and we were both sent sprawling, me lying on top of him like a
toboggan.
We slid several feet and the top of Gottlieb's head smashed into the corridor wall. A sickening
crack followed and I pushed myself off, jumping back onto my feet and rushing past Gottlieb. I
snapped my head around once more but the blob was entirely through the window and had progressed
I dashed to the console of the control room, scrambling to locate the door controls. I found it
finally, and the door shut just as the blob was nearly across its threshold.
For whatever reason, this door did not have a window and I hoped to any sort of religious deity
or all-knowing cosmic entity that it could not eat through metal but I also figured I was wrong. When
the buzzing in my head stopped and I was able to think again, I heard the voice of the dispatcher
repeating his message that Bacchus would return shortly. It had seemed like an eternity since I had
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called Bacchus but in reality it had only been about five minutes.
I watched the door, unblinking until my eyes watered. My breathing slowed down momentarily
to its regular rate, until I heard the first noise indicating that the intention of this predatory organism,
this invasive presence, was to enter the control room and finish off the last crew member of this
goddamn ship. There was the squelching noise of pulling your rubber boot out of some really wet mud
and then the hot, bubbling sound of thick cream soup boiling. I had to blink or else my eyes would
shrivel and during that blink, there was the sound of metal crunching and slight hissing noise and I
knew that before long, it would breach the door and be here to kill me and there was nothing I could so.
I turned around and looked down at the console, sweat obscuring my vision. I don't know how, I
am running on autopilot, but I managed to log into the flight path and I punched numbers in haste,
trying vainly to change the course path so I would not take this monstrosity to Gamma 61oc.
I checked over my shoulder and saw there was a large hole spreading in the centre of the door
and the blood red blob now seeping through like warm syrup. I set the coordinates to the nearest star
and pressed the enter button but much to my heart-stopping dismay, the monitor displayed the blinking
I did not have the code, only the late Captain Carnell had the code as he was the only one
authorized to change the flight plan. This ship, and that being, were headed nonstop to the colony on
Gamma 61oc and I couldnt even warn them. I turned around slowly and saw the crimson sludge had
entered the room and was standing completely still by the melted door, ceasing its quivering
momentarily.
I could see some of Gottlieb still inside, most of him was gone already but his stretched out
skull was staring directly me, reminding me with a sickening bit of nostalgia of that stretched out Coke
There was nothing left to do now, so I decided make this quick. I barely heard the voice of Dr.
Bacchus and the mathletes over the transmitter as he finally returned, saying something or other about
I pressed my feet against the base of the control panel and pushed off like an Olympic runner,
running straight for the red being which had remained stationary. It lurched forward at the precise
moment I kicked off the ground, aiming straight for the centre in a dolphin dive. I felt the top of my
head break into the being and smelled my own burning hair, feeling the most incredible pain of my life
for what can only be described as a fraction of a nanosecond. Then I felt nothing and all was dark.