Cold Genes Pt. 23 (now called the Euderus Set)

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So….’Cold Genes’ (after a break of a couple of weeks) and retitled ‘The Euderus Set’.

Pt. 23

‘Jury, what are you doing? Get off.’

Jury’s eyes were on fire like what he’d stuffed in the sockets wasn’t flesh, but ice, or metal. Yes, maybe metal because his head felt so heavy it was in danger of falling off….and there was something attached to the end of his arm. He squinted.


The light was still so bright it felt like hammers striking the inside of his skull but he was aware of Svelt’s eyes looking back at him from where he’d pushed her against the wall, and her heartbeat in her chest.

‘You don’t get off her right now friend I’ll drop you; put a bullet in your spine.’

Jury felt the muzzle of a rifle nudge up against the back of his neck.

‘That’s better, said the voice.’

He felt the miner remove the gun, and then, as Jury turned round. ‘…Jesus, what have you done?’

Jury let his fingers explore his face. He could touch the cold orbs of squirming matter he’d used as prosthetics. There was no pain, and he frowned as he turned to make sense of the images they were feeding him.

‘Right side up…I wasn’t sure of it would be.’ The miner’s face looked like death, a corpses, as bloodless as dead meat. ‘Wasn’t sure if it would work either.’

Jury glanced at the tendril he’d used as a donor.

‘What are you talking about? The miner had reached Svelt’s side where she was coughing and spluttering on the floor. ‘You’ve half murdered her.’

‘She’ll be alright. I wasn’t sure it was her; that was all.’ Jury let his hands fall away from his face and beamed. ‘Everything will be alright now I can see again.’

‘Well, I hope you’re alright to fly this thing. I don’t know if she’s going to be able to do it the condition she’s in.’

Jury took in the sobbing woman; she did look a little distressed, and there was a puddle of vomit by her head.

‘Can she talk?’ said Jury.

Jury watched as the miner put his head to her mouth.

‘Enough to call you a cunt.’

Jury beamed; everything was going to be fine.

‘I don’t think you understand.  I can see and I know just what to do.’

‘Oh yeah, and what’s that?’

DeepHaul deposited Svelt in one of the command chairs as Jury’s new mercury eyes scanned the controls and checked the maps co-ordinates.

‘We have to kill it.’

‘Yeah, I gathered that, and then what?’

‘Then we have to kill all of them, and for that we have to return.’

Jury frowned, it was difficult to read the expression on the miner’s face now his companions looked the same.

To the dimension it came from? The one she’s been telling me about?’

Jury nodded.


‘To let them in of course. We can’t do the job over there.’ Jury shook his head. ‘We need them over here where we outnumber them.’

Jury didn’t tell him what else his new eyes allowed him to see. How they looked like they were at the centre of a plant whose roots stretched through the ships walls, and out into space and whose rhizomes were the planets and stems the frail bodies in front of him. The Nephilim were the clockwork that would strip them of all that; cut the futures from them like they were pruning heads leaving just one naked obedient lifeline, a perfect servant until even its time came.

But first he would kill their child.

(to be continued)



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