I Was Made For Swallowing- -john Thompson- Ggg-... -

Now, crouched in the shadow of the perimeter fence, he watched the night crew pack their trucks. He knew their routines better than they did. At 02:14, the south guard would take a smoke break behind the coolant tower. At 02:22, the motion sensors cycled for thirty-seven seconds.

Inside the warehouse, the air smelled of antiseptic and old rust. Rows of glass vats held the remnants of other GGG units: a spleen here, a coiled length of reinforced intestine there. They hadn’t even bothered to bury them. Just harvested and stored. I was made for Swallowing- -John Thompson- GGG-...

John opened his mouth. It was not a threat. It was an invitation. His throat glowed faintly blue from the catalytic reaction already beginning. He tilted the canister and let a single drop fall onto his tongue. Now, crouched in the shadow of the perimeter