He walked toward the doorway and right into a sticky green doll.
"What the fuck? Malcolm did you put this slimy thing here to scare me?
" Blaine called angrily.
He reached down to pick the foot tall slimy figure up, but to his
shock it moved. The slimy green creature jumped upward reaching with
its right clawed hand and grabbing Blaine's nostril as he bent over
it. Immediately Blaine stood upright with the gooey thing hang from
his nose. He reached for it, but it seemed to liquify and flowed
upward into his nose filling his sinus cavities. At first he freaked
and convulsed, but then he suddenly became very calm and mellow. The
alien had interfaced with his neurons, just as his species had planned
all those millenia ago when first they visited Earth.
Blaine suddenly understood all this and more. The Graakthl had
visited Earth 2 million years ago and had modified a few dozen ape-
like creatures in Africa. They were building an army of exosuits -
humans for their war with the Narbotkh. The story seemed like a cross
between Star Wars the Clone Wars, in which the Republic secretly built
a clone army, and Independence Day, in which the small aliens wore
organic exosuits. The phrase Race Memory echoed through Blaine's brain
as explanation.
The alien seemed to be running a diagnostic on Blaine, as he found
himself touching his index finger to his nose, then standing on one
foot, and finally doing jumping jacks, squats and running place. The
phrase "All Systems Operating Within Specified Parameters" now sounded
in his brain.
Blaine began walking, and turned sharply and proceeded through the
locker room to one of the dusty mirrors by the exit. Blaine would have
laughed if he still had any control over his body. He was standing
there naked with a shitty drugged out grin, and a 3 inch string of
mucous dangling from his left nostril.
It was at this point that Malcolm turned up, and he couldn't help but
laugh.