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Bruce Pisarsky

Short Stories
- Wormhole

Wormhole
         by Bruce Pisarsky
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"Oh man."

Randall turned to where Norton was looking and immediately saw the problem. A group of vehicles, floating just above the tops of the "wheat" was lined up about fifty yards away. They had barely heard them. They couldn't see into odd looking things but there was an undeniable air of menace surrounding them.

Both men heard a very faint pop and everything went black.

 

When Randall woke up he was staring at a ceiling and knew it wasn't good news. The ceiling and walls were a greenish color and made from something that looked like some sort of foam. The light in the room was coming from small globes that hovered in the air under their own power and gave off an incredible amount of light considering their size.

He tried to sit up but found he couldn't and looked down at his body. His arms and legs were strapped to a table with a thin wire that didn't cut into him but was so strong he was unable to budge. His head was free though and he lifted it to get a better view of the room.

To his left was another table that sat empty. He couldn't tell for sure but it seemed identical to his and looked to be made of steel but it felt more like plastic against his bare skin. It was this feeling that made him finally realize that he was totally nude. He wasn't sure why he hadn't noticed that before and figured it must have been shock.

He turned his head to his right and all the breath in his body left him in one big gasp. Norton lay on a table next to him. He too was nude but that was the least of his worries. His abdomen had been opened and large flaps of skin were draped over either side of the table. A smaller table next to him was piled high with innards and his hands and feet and genitals had been removed and placed on another smaller table. It was his face that was the worst though. The top of his skull had been removed, obviously to reach the brain and Norton' s eyes were wide open and his mouth frozen in a scream. He had been alive when they started on him.

Randall lay there and stared at his friend and colleague and then heard a door behind him open.

The End.


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