# high on sniffing squid now playing in the lab background inner city blues make us wanna holler by marvin gaye last night live: heavy engagement with the realty of / implied by super intelligent blue-grey neuro-parasitic cephalopods this scene taken from near-future volk-taxonomic section of 'cyberneticus lexiographika: encyclopedia of big science' just under a foot long a small thick wedge shaped triangle of intricate astral black markings on the sides akin to a tiny scowling malevolent humalien face look over there in that shallow pool of dirty rainwater - a ribbon like specimen currently writhes slowly and impatiently a lone researcher passes by on ir way to the local library to claim / claim back a paperback by the mighty shiner suddenly noticing the creature's bright raw superorganic pulsing hyper hallucinogenic purple blue liquid neon glow and dark patterns dr. orloff stupidly fascinated: good combo they slowly pick it up to examine it: hmm wet slimy and heavy - impossibly so like the deadened section of some amputee benthic giant swiftly yet tenderly with freakish deliberate movement the squid in ir hand comes into full terrible life extending a slippery extendible tentacle thick at its bass but pencil lead thin at the end end right up the researcher's nose horrified they sniff aggressively at such unrequested probing - as a result the squid pulses aggressively pulling the rest of its rapidly elongating body out of ir hand distending its slimy rubbery organic structure to fit up the researcher's bulging nose canal a nasty distinctly wet snotty schlupping noise can be heard at this juncture of the proceedings the researcher involved is screaming like a stoat with ir stones swished off by the sultan's simitar the squiddy soon wraps itself tightly around the brain via sucking pads it's main bulk laying contentedly squashed between pulsing pinky-grey rnd hemispheres eyes watering blood the researcher clutches at ir head screaming with primal unfamiliar weirdness hidden stingers at the bass penetrate into and connect directly with the brain's pineal gland thereby allowing a researcher to gain access to other polydimensional hyperspaces in the centre of each of the tentacle pad several thousand inch long black spines one hundred thousandth of an inch wide emerge to pierce the raw structure of brain meat injecting a super organic form of raw 'bsz' big scientist rnd hypercorporation these are the squid's own potent secreted neuro-dimensional chemical analogs the researcher laughs out loud and blisses out a holographic type of pleasantly mystified process known as liquid neon but then only few minutes later the eyes go blank most of the lips fall off the gums recede most of the facial meat turning yellowy orange and grey blue crumbling crusty and rotting for they have now become another member of 8bit colour clash style retro pixel undead they slowly turn around head hanging oddly to one side unnaturally speaking in low moaning tones: 'this frozen prison spine a hollow lampshade grey spawning grows darkly inward both anti gravity cool and lightyears' one immediately understands this researcher needs flesh for rejuvenation of ir own as being taken over by such squiddies results in temporary zombification yet after consuming the dim scientific meat of the often admittedly barely living ir own putrefied body sufficiently heals enough so they can once again pass for ordinary productive law abiding citizens of a modem downtown hypercity only then do ir resident brain squiddies start to initiate and undertake ir diabolical intensely interesting often sublime plans though dog knows what they are as few can understand bio hallucinogenic brain squid motivation (researcher henry swanson is now undergoing intense research into this arena) they sprint off beating heart pounding through a large darkened town complex everywhere they go there are signs of massive alien biosquid infestation researchers who aren't yet under direct telepsychic squid control are being used as temporary meta hosts for the newly formed once control of the subject has been gained a thumb sized cloudy yellow white snot maggot will soon shoot between the mouth of an infected and that of potential new subjects while they still both spit jive about the day's numb nowhere events victims won't even notice they're being used as new hosts the new subject swallows and breathes in the smooth pulsing maggot without as much as a blink in under 42mins a fresh new tiny squid hatches out of its shell quickly growing in the warm lungs clawing its way through the ragged broody interior of the subject up into its patiently waiting neurobrain way overhead uncle bill's military controlled black human-ai drones swoosh overhead in combat ready stealth mode unaware the entire town within hours of becoming entirely under squiddie reorganization although not necessarily control one gets a sudden strong sense of deja vu as though already compiling this particular day lab log about sniffing squid eons ago perhaps it's a glitch in-scene a rendering anomaly andor the terminally bored big scientists in charge of our brain in a jar are messing with us again another lecherous synthetic sunrise flaunting itself over a grisly and flatulent data sea in an abandoned middling class home find a large smart triple barrel biopsychic shinobi riot shogun and use it to flower apart the heads of squiddies as the infested brains fly apart the creatures inside perish with a piercing wet 'shreeeek' and teleport back to the deliciously sinister and beautiful nfr 80's dimension barely manage to escape one takes part in a barefoot race along bright green lanes in the deep countryside the starting gun goes off and one soon pulls into the lead high steep hills start to form on either side of a grassy path the sky then bleeds into the edge of night large as a cube shaped chunk of megacity complex recently escaped from appears around the bend one begins to run horribly slower and slower as though amber treacle as the lights start to go out for good the last thing that happens is one hears a low sharp moan immediately behind the left ear uh oh it's a member of the recently squiddified mutant undead; prepare to be gnawed with slow firm videographic deliberation with scan lines and poor vertical hold // republic of bob