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Metallic Genealogy
Metallic Genealogy
The Fanzer Stip Trilogy
Book One:
A Faint Glimmer of Metal
by Stuart Bedlam
Chapter 19 Morpher
Chapter 19 Morpher
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19: Morpher
"Now this may sting a little," the kind nurse cooed.
"Now this may sting a little," the kind nurse cooed.
Although she wore all white and appeared to have the correct credentials, her species, though technically sentient, was Darafeeti and as such she could never be mistaken for a proper nurse. Normally these beings were wholly unpleasant to look at: Rubber faces like masks, with large almost unmoving mouths. Although this female's qualities were oddly much more pleasing than others of her species, Morpher knew these creatures to be warlike and murderous, despite the gentle bedside manner of this particular example.
Although she wore all white and appeared to have the correct credentials, her species, though technically sentient, was Darafeeti and as such she could never be mistaken for a proper nurse. Normally these beings were wholly unpleasant to look at: Rubber faces like masks, with large almost unmoving mouths. Although this female's qualities were oddly much more pleasing than others of her species, Morpher knew these creatures to be warlike and murderous, despite the gentle bedside manner of this particular example.
"I'm sure it will," Morpher said. "Everything else has."
"I'm sure it will," Morpher said. "Everything else has."
So far, Morpher had gone through an extreme battery of tests for which he could find no logical reason. There had been brain scans, and artery expansions, and he suspected that two of his major organs had even been replaced. Absolutely nothing, however, which seemed to have anything to do with the fact that a bowl of soup had been spilled in his lap.
So far, Morpher had gone through an extreme battery of tests for which he could find no logical reason. There had been brain scans, and artery expansions, and he suspected that two of his major organs had even been replaced. Absolutely nothing, however, which seemed to have anything to do with the fact that a bowl of soup had been spilled in his lap.
The nurse then held up what looked like an electric cattle-prod and began to move in the direction of Morpher's nostrils. The thing was two-pronged and looked like it would be a perfect fit.
The nurse then held up what looked like an electric cattle-prod and began to move in the direction of Morpher's nostrils. The thing was two-pronged and looked like it would be a perfect fit.
"Hold it!" he yelped and tried to get his arms free from the bed bindings. "It was just soup! Hot scalding soup, to be sure, and perhaps enough to cause some severe burns, but it was in my lap and nowhere near my face! And to tell you the truth, after everything you've done, my lap still doesn't really feel any better."
"Hold it!" he yelped and tried to get his arms free from the bed bindings. "It was just soup! Hot scalding soup, to be sure, and perhaps enough to cause some severe burns, but it was in my lap and nowhere near my face! And to tell you the truth, after everything you've done, my lap still doesn't really feel any better."
The nurse's smile faded, slightly. She looked at him, bent down and looked at him again. "Are you not Mr. Tindafunger?"
The nurse's smile faded, slightly. She looked at him, bent down and looked at him again. "Are you not Mr. Tindafunger?"
"No," he discharged. "I'm Mr. Bader Morst, er, Morpher, and want to see the captain, right this instant!"
"No," he discharged. "I'm Mr. Bader Morst, er, Morpher, and want to see the captain, right this instant!"
"Well, I"ll have to get authoriza...."
"Well, I"ll have to get authoriza...."
"RIGHT NOW!" Morpher accentuated the suddenness with which he expected to see the Captain by use of his finger which he was tapping fiercely on top of the examination table.
"RIGHT NOW!" Morpher accentuated the suddenness with which he expected to see the Captain by use of his finger which he was tapping fiercely on top of the examination table.
Just then, as the Universe was no longer kind, the Captain’s First Mate walked into the room and motioned for the nurse to leave.
Just then, as the Universe was no longer kind, the Captain’s First Mate walked into the room and motioned for the nurse to leave.
"NO NO NO...," Morpher squealed when he saw the look in Sheira's eyes. "NURSE! DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE ME!"
"NO NO NO...," Morpher squealed when he saw the look in Sheira's eyes. "NURSE! DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE ME!"
The first mate pushed the nurse out into the hall and locked the door.
The first mate pushed the nurse out into the hall and locked the door.
"I'm going to read your fortune if'n it kills you," she told him.
"I'm going to read your fortune if'n it kills you," she told him.
She pulled a black cup from the medical overhead compartment and placed it over Morpher's nose and mouth. He tried to struggle but as he was already weak from the tests it was a poorly executed effort. The woman quickly overpowered him and got the mask over his face. Within seconds a gas began to pour into his system and his mind went blank.
She pulled a black cup from the medical overhead compartment and placed it over Morpher's nose and mouth. He tried to struggle but as he was already weak from the tests it was a poorly executed effort. The woman quickly overpowered him and got the mask over his face. Within seconds a gas began to pour into his system and his mind went blank.
When he awoke, Morpher found himself in bed back in his cabin with a sealed report on his bedside table. In large, bold red letters were the words "TOP SECRET. On top of that, in a small, hand printed notebook, was the first mate's assessment of his future.
When he awoke, Morpher found himself in bed back in his cabin with a sealed report on his bedside table. In large, bold red letters were the words "TOP SECRET. On top of that, in a small, hand printed notebook, was the first mate's assessment of his future.