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"What scheme?"
"These transgenics have been suborned byKrazy Kat himself. A new trope. They're running on a carefully timed set of instructions now. Each one is going to carry an explosive pack up the Chicago River. We're going to breach all the underground utility tunnels beneath the river and flood the whole Loop. All kibernetic maintenance will be brought to a standstill."
"But the poor Eaters… " said Charmaine.
"A few expendables in the cause of freeing their kind."
"No!" I shouted.
Charmaine tried to reason with Weevil. "It's okay to hurt the humans. They deserve it. But can't you spare the splices?"
"Too late. The plan won't tolerate changes. We have to detonate the explosives as soon as they're in place, or risk detection. And that just doesn't give the cows time to escape.
And who really cares? So long as we win. Both of you now-over there, behind that wall."
Under the gun's threat it looked like our sunset. We turned to march off.
And then they came.
A coypu– cow is hardly a dolphin, but they can swim awfully fast and flow like a fountain. Out of the water the remaining loyal Eaters launched themselves up the slippery slope, each one a hundred kilos of wet flesh, that's dope. They bowled over the Roaches like a living wave, coming their human Feeder to save. Knocked the Bugs off their feet, pinning them to the wet grocrete.
I rushed that evil Weevil then, cracking his carapace with a kick and a grin. Gun in hand, I was now topman.
Down to the waterside I sped, looking for one familiar head.
"Cor– by," said Big Eater. "This is what we need pro-tec-tion from?"
"Not any more, Big Guy. More like the other way 'round."
Well, of course it was Krazy Kat himself whom I had talked to in the dark of Captain Ozturk's office. Poor Ozzie-or his corpse anyhow-had been at the interview too. The bad splice had picked me on purpose. You see:
He knew I couldn't handle a glove, Thought I'd be sloppy when push came to shove. Didn't know I took pride in my work– Made that Kat look like a yotta jerk!
Not many humans can claim they've been in a room with the notorious Kat and walked away, and for a while I was the metamedium darling of the hour. It seemed only natural for the EC to reward me with the Khan's job.
And as for Charmaine-well, she was naturally pretty soured on the Roaches, and the Eater Corps was now one Cadet short, and I was head of the Corps-
And you know what kind of town Chicago is.
"What scheme?"
"These transgenics have been suborned byKrazy Kat himself. A new trope. They're running on a carefully timed set of instructions now. Each one is going to carry an explosive pack up the Chicago River. We're going to breach all the underground utility tunnels beneath the river and flood the whole Loop. All kibernetic maintenance will be brought to a standstill."
"But the poor Eaters… " said Charmaine.
"A few expendables in the cause of freeing their kind."
"No!" I shouted.
Charmaine tried to reason with Weevil. "It's okay to hurt the humans. They deserve it. But can't you spare the splices?"
"Too late. The plan won't tolerate changes. We have to detonate the explosives as soon as they're in place, or risk detection. And that just doesn't give the cows time to escape.
And who really cares? So long as we win. Both of you now-over there, behind that wall."
Under the gun's threat it looked like our sunset. We turned to march off.
And then they came.
A coypu– cow is hardly a dolphin, but they can swim awfully fast and flow like a fountain. Out of the water the remaining loyal Eaters launched themselves up the slippery slope, each one a hundred kilos of wet flesh, that's dope. They bowled over the Roaches like a living wave, coming their human Feeder to save. Knocked the Bugs off their feet, pinning them to the wet grocrete.
I rushed that evil Weevil then, cracking his carapace with a kick and a grin. Gun in hand, I was now topman.
Down to the waterside I sped, looking for one familiar head.
"Cor– by," said Big Eater. "This is what we need pro-tec-tion from?"
"Not any more, Big Guy. More like the other way 'round."
Well, of course it was Krazy Kat himself whom I had talked to in the dark of Captain Ozturk's office. Poor Ozzie-or his corpse anyhow-had been at the interview too. The bad splice had picked me on purpose. You see:
He knew I couldn't handle a glove, Thought I'd be sloppy when push came to shove. Didn't know I took pride in my work– Made that Kat look like a yotta jerk!
Not many humans can claim they've been in a room with the notorious Kat and walked away, and for a while I was the metamedium darling of the hour. It seemed only natural for the EC to reward me with the Khan's job.
And as for Charmaine-well, she was naturally pretty soured on the Roaches, and the Eater Corps was now one Cadet short, and I was head of the Corps-
And you know what kind of town Chicago is.