Inanimate Insanity Tissues Novels & Stories

Half disassembled machines whir and spark erratically, and in the center of the room are three tables. There are people laying on two of them, if you could even call the failed creations people. Different limbs have been removed, dissected, and then reattached and now twitch unnaturally. Their eyes are glassy, their souls no longer home, and it takes everything in me to not vomit. On the third lies a woman, her chest moving in sporadic puffs. Still alive, but barely.

I gagged, sickened, repulsion twisting at my core. No one saw it, no one cared and as they danced, the rot spread from one person to the next, bubbling over their skin, spores infecting flesh, greedily eating them alive. They carried on, these animated corpses, smiling and laughing as they decayed in front of my eyes.

The transformation was instantaneous and horrific. Silas arched his back, his spine snapping with the sound of a dry branch. A sound escaped his throat that wasn't a howl, a frequency that made my teeth ache. The amber serum in the darts began to pulse under his skin, racing through his veins. In the harsh glare of the searchlights, I watched his bones. They didn't just grow; they shattered and fused. His muscles swelled, splitting his skin to reveal a luminescent weave of muscle fiber and threaded tissue.

Seattle, Portland, and San Francisco were gone, their millions of inhabitants now trapped in a state of biological suspension. Killian and I stood at the edge of the dais, still connected by the silver cannula in our arms. His blood was my anchor, and my resonance was his shield. Together, we were a biological anomaly that the Palace's automated security could not categorize. We were the "Inert Variable." "Maya, Leo, Toby: listen to me!" I shouted, my voice barely audible over the high-frequency shriek of the building. "Isabella is using you as a filter. She is not healing the world. She is putting it into a coma so she can harvest the silence!"

Then, the facility exploded into absolute chaos. A sharp, shrill alarm began to blare from the primary console as red warning lights bathed the white room in a rhythmic, bloody glow. Above us, the twelve subjects didn't shift into magnificent wolves. They instantly went rigid, their eyes rolling back into their heads as their bodies began to convulse violently against their restraints. "What is happening?!" Vane shouted, his triumphant smile instantly vanishing. "Doc! Why are they seizing? Check the stabilization matrix!" "I... I don't know!" Doc shrieked, his fingers flying across the keyboard in blind panic. "The cellular structures are breaking down! The subjects are rejecting the corrupt

Beneath their thrashing bodies, the liquid swirled, a cloudy, milky-white mess of dissolving flesh. The bones beneath their skin began to peek through, dull and jagged, barely held together by the dissolving tissue around them. Their screams faltered, voices hoarse, bodies trembling violently as shock crept in, but the pain... oh, the pain would linger. A slow clap cut through the noise. Ivan, ever efficient, moved with precision, pressing the controls that lifted them from their hellish bath. The lye clung to their skin in thick, dripping strands, eating deeper even as they were pulled free.

The beam flickered. ERROR. INPUT DOES NOT CONFORM TO KNOWN PARAMETERS. ANALYSIS: CORRUPTION. The grey armour of its form began to pixelate at the edges. The perfect, seamless integration with the wall behind it stuttered. Lina was feeding it a narrative it couldn't process, a story of life so vibrant and untamed it was crashing its system.

Could feel the system functions integrating into my thoughts, changing how I perceived reality. "Five absorptions," I said quietly. "One more practice run and then the emergency response. That's all I need." "You're fragmenting," Whitney said, checking her equipment. "I can see it in your energy signature. You're starting to register as partially anomalous. Not fully human anymore but not fully program either."

But I didn't care about their dynamics. I stared at the crystallized organs. The dark red glass catching the barn lights. The gray ash dusting the edges. My hands started shaking. The morning sun through a cabin window. Dust motes dancing. Ava's serious face, eyebrows drawn together in concentration. "Why is it so sparkly?" The memory hit like a physical blow. Ava at my makeshift lab table, leaning over that dead raven. Same crystals. Same impossible glass where living tissue should be. Her small hands hovering, wanting to touch.

'Screw it, it's just sugar right. She grabbed the bag and downed it all in one go. Some fell down her chin and unto her laptop and the powder shimmered once more. Trix swallowed the powder and blinked as her head began to spin. She suddenly lost consciousness and her slammed into the keyboard, writing a series of incoherent words. The bushes outside her window trembled and a pair of feline eyes peered through. *DO DRUGS AND NO UNDERAGE DRINKING. APOLOGIES TO ANY OFFENCE CAUSED WITH THE READING OF THIS CHAPTER.*