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{ASS} INSECTICIDE {Hungry Guy} (MF Mpov viol tears scfi caution)
BY:  Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com)

    It was a bright and cheerful day on the colony planet, Zos, 
orbiting a Type-G star of the ignominious name, Iefbr14.  In the small 
city of Asra, one of three settlements on the planet, Dr. Sam Walker 
glanced out the window of his lab while sample 2408-B-23.5 spun in the 
centrifuge.  Beakers and flasks full of colorful and foul smelling 
concoctions bubbled through elaborate glass tube apparatus upon Bunsen 
burners on one of his lab tables.  Out on the sidewalk along Cics 
Street, in front of his window, people walked past his lab while they 
went about their business. 

    The klaxons sounded!  

    Sam ran to the door and flung it open, motioning for people to 
hurry inside.  Shopkeepers and homeowners along the street did 
likewise.  Privacy, restricted areas, and confidentiality of 
proprietary research became meaningless when the klaxons sounded.  
Inside Sam's lab, people screamed and children cried.  Mothers covered 
their children's eyes to the view outside the window.  There were 
always a few who didn't make it to safety in time. 

    Out of the sky, a swarm of large black insects, similar in 
appearance to wasps but twice as long as a man was tall, dove from the 
sky and picked up fleeing people.  Sam turned away at the sight of a 
child plucked from his mother's grasp out on the sidewalk, knowing that 
his mother would surely share the same fate a moment later.   

    After sacrificing any sort of social life by working 16 hours a day 
continuously for the past two years on a planet that had 25-hour days, 
Sam had recently made a breakthrough.  He was to make a public 
presentation that night in Idcams Hall.  Last week, he had given his 
presentation to the Colony Governor and the City Council.  The council 
members from the other two cities, Cedf and Cemt, were also present.  
At the end of his presentation, the politicians all appeared to be 
equally aghast.  After nearly a week of deliberation, they had agreed 
to let him present his plan to the people and let each decide for 
himself. 

    Sam walked onto the stage that evening.  "Ladies and Gentlemen," he 
began.  "I don't need to detail the horror we live with.  NASA and the 
United Nations, in their political correctness, have refused to send us 
weapons of mass destruction that would enable us to defend ourselves 
from the menace that threatens to exterminate us..."

    A muffled "Harrumph" came from the Governor sitting in the front 
row with the other politicians.  Prior to departure from Earth five 
years ago, they had nearly all been elected on a Liberal Democratic 
ticket.  "This isn't the time for political finger-pointing, Doctor.  
Get on with it, please."

    Sam continued, "My point is that we're powerless prey against a 
powerful predator.  These creatures--these giant wasps--that I have 
classified Xenohymenopteramaximus do not use us as food; we are 
breeding hosts to them.  Some orders of ant back on Earth use a similar 
strategy, herding other insects so to use their bodies as food and 
incubators for breeding.  Run the MPEG please."

    The lights dimmed and an image filled the large screen behind him.  
The scene showed two giant wasps in a large chain-link cage.  A moment 
later, a pig entered the cage through a small chute.  Immediately, one 
of the wasps descended upon the pig and wrapped it in a sort of cocoon, 
leaving only its face uncovered.  Sam said, "The female will use this 
pig as a host for breeding.  She immobilizes the host as seen here, but 
instinct seems to direct her to keep the host alive."

    The scene lighting changed slightly, suggesting a change in time, 
then showed the wasp extend a stinger and impale the cocoon.  The pig, 
while immobile, was visibly agitated at this.  Sam spoke again, "Some 
time later, The female extends her ovipositor and injects her eggs into 
the host."  

    The scene changed again, and showed the other, smaller, wasp do the 
exact same thing.  "Now the male extends his penis and injects his 
sperm into the host, fertilizing the eggs."

    The scene changed yet again.  Hundreds of shiny black maggots 
crawled out of the pig's mouth and also burst out of the walls of the 
cocoon, then began buzzing around the cage.  After a few moments, there 
was nothing left of the pig or of the cocoon except for the pig's 
skeleton.  "This is about 48 hours after fertilization."

    Someone in the audience groaned, and ran out of the auditorium 
covering his mouth.  

    Sam felt it preferable just then not to remind everyone that this 
was the same fate that all the people had met whom had been taken by 
the wasps.  "That first pig was one of our control subjects.  I will 
now show you a repeat of this demonstration with a pig that was one of 
our test subjects."

    The same sequence of scenes repeated, only this time a small number 
of maggots emerged.  Those that did were a sickly pink, and lay dying 
on the floor.  "These giant wasps share physiological properties and 
behavior of insects back on Earth.  The test pig was injected with a 
vector to deliver t-cells primed with a gene sequence to cause the pig 
to develop a gland that produces an enzyme that acts as an poison, a 
type of insecticide, that interferes with the hardening of the 
exoskeleton of the larvae.  I have developed an enzyme that can be 
applied to human physiology, but is still as deadly to our predators.  
The council has funded the production of enough doses for everyone.  
But participation will be entirely voluntary.  I open the floor to 
questions."

    A woman raised her hand, and Sam pointed to her.  She asked, "But 
how will the wasps know we have this poison inside us?"

    "The wasps won't know.  They're only dumb creatures, after all.  
Simple evolution will see to it that wasps that don't use people as 
breeding hosts will multiply at a faster rate than those that do.  
Eventually, evolution will teach them that we aren't a good source of 
breeding hosts."

    The room was silent for a moment.  Then a murmur slowly filled the 
room.  Everyone began calling out at once.  "You mean this stuff won't 
stop them at all them until after they kill more people?  What good is 
that?" 

    Sam waited for the crowd to calm down.  "Yes.  You're right.  It's 
not a pleasant solution.   But it's the best we have so far.  It's all 
we can do with what we have."

    Someone else called out, "So you're saying we're going to poison 
them with our bodies?  When they learn that we're poison to them, 
they'll stop killing us?"

    "Yes," Sam said.  "That's the gist of it in layman's terms."

    "That's the worst thing I ever heard!" someone shouted from the 
back row and stormed out. 

    "Do you really expect everyone to go along with your mad idea?" 
someone else asked.

    Sam paused.  "No, I don't expect everyone to.  But the wasps will 
continue to take people.  That's a given.  And the more people who take 
the enzyme, the sooner the horror will end."

    "But doesn't everyone need to do it for it to work at all?" 

    "It needn't be everyone.  If only one out of every two people takes 
the treatment, that will tip the evolutionary scale in our favor.  Of 
course, the more people with the enzyme, the faster the desired 
evolutionary trait will dominate the wasp population." 

    Someone else called out, "But won't this poison inside our bodies 
kill us too?"

    "No.  The enzyme is harmless to human physiology.  It's only 
harmful to insect physiology."  

    "That's what scientists always say!" someone else shouted from the 
audience. 

    "How do you tell the queen from the drones and workers?"

    "Insect evolution took a different path on Zos than on Earth.  
These creatures do not follow the queen-drone-worker mode as do earthly 
insects.  We still don't know all the details, but there appears to be 
many females and many males in a given hive." 

    At the end of another hour of questions, heated statements, and 
unflattering assessments of Sam's family ancestry, not as many people 
left in disgust as Sam had expected.  He knew that his solution would 
be unpopular, but it was sound science. 

    Sam continued his research, though at a less aggressive cost to his 
personal life.  Over the following week, nearly 80% of the population 
of all three cities took the injections, including Sam. On one 
particular morning, Sam sat at his computer and scanned the morning's 
headlines: another scouting-rescue party, five more brave souls, had 
failed to return after a two weeks. 

    After returning to a more or less conventional workweek, Sam had 
stopped on his way home to take a swim in the community pool on a warm 
evening after work.  The pool had been built early in the development 
of the colony, before the insect menace made itself known.  Safety 
kiosks, built of steel and concrete, dotted the perimeter of the pool 
area.  

    After diving into the refreshing cool pool, Sam discovered a minor 
side effect when he bit his lip and tasted the distinct odor of 
insecticide with his blood.    

    One advantage of the liberal political climate of the colony was 
the lack of Puritanical taboos.  In and around the pool, bodies without 
a single thread of covering filled Sam's view.  Originally of somewhat 
conservative leanings, it took Sam some time to overcome his modesty.   
Sam relaxed as he floated at the less-crowded deep end of the pool, 
making a conscious effort to stifle any erotic thoughts despite the 
nudity around him. 

    The klaxons sounded!

    Sam swam to a ladder and climbed out of the pool.  The wasps 
descended as screaming people ran into the kiosks.  The nearest kiosk 
was still about five meters away when a wasp flew down between him and 
the doorway.

    "No!" a young, and very nude, woman screeched from behind him.  He 
spun around to see her lunge for him with her eyes wide in terror; a 
wasp was in the motion of grasping at her.  She threw herself at Sam, 
wrapping her arms and legs around him at the precise instant that the 
wasp grabbed them both.  

    "No!  No!" she screamed in Sam's ear as the wasp flew high into the 
sky.  They both held tightly onto each other while the wasp flew toward 
the hills at a dizzying height.

    A short flight left them, still in the wasp's grasp, upon a narrow 
ledge of cliffs some distance from the city.  Quickly, the wasp spun a 
cocoon around their naked bodies and set them down with Sam on his back 
and the girl face down upon him.  It then spun additional thread, 
attaching them firmly to the rocky ground.  It then flew off.  

    Screams and crying of unseen people echoed against the cliff wall.   

    Sam panted heavily while the woman cried.  They lay amid shredded 
cocoons filled with pitted human, and other large animals', skeletons. 

    "I'm sorry," she said at last.  

    "For what?" said Sam.

    "If it wasn't for me, you'd have been safe," she whimpered.  "I 
didn't want to die alone.  I'm so sorry."

    "My safety was hardly assured with all the wasps in the air at that 
moment."  It seemed the right thing to say, anyway. 

    Sam struggled against the cocoon.  Though it was soft a moment ago, 
it had quickly become as hard as plaster.   They were quite immobile.

    "Let's try to roll off this ledge together," said Sam.  "Maybe this 
cocoon will shatter.  On the count of three: one; two; three."

    They tried to roll, but the cocoon remained utterly still.  
"Damn!" said Sam.  "We're fastened down."

    "No-o-o-o!" she cried.  

    "Shhhh," Sam said.  "We'll think of something."

    "But you're that scientist, right?" 

    "Yes, I'm Sam Walker.  What's your name?"

    "Karen.  And I saw your film that night," she cried.  "I know how 
we're going to die.  Oh, God!  No!"

    "Did you take the treatment, Karen?" he asked.

    "Yes.  For all the good it does me now."   

    Sam had nothing to say to that, so he remained silent.  Hours 
passed as wasps buzzed around the sky above them, ignoring them.  Karen 
sobbed quietly in Sam's ear.    

    Night fell in due time, and Sam had become thirsty.  At times, he 
felt Karen's stomach growling against his, while his growled in 
sympathy.  Struggling against the hard cocoon proved equally futile 
with each new attempt.     

    During the night, a gentle rain fell.  Despite the repulsive odor 
of their combined wastes wafting out from within the cocoon, Sam opened 
his mouth and let the refreshing water fill his mouth, sating his 
thirst.  

    Karen tried to turn her head to catch some of the rain, but 
couldn't turn her face upward enough.  "If you don't hate me by now, 
would you give me a drink?  Please!" she cried.   

    "I don't hate you," whispered Sam.  Catching some rain in his 
mouth, he turned to her with his mouth agape.  She pressed her lips to 
his and drank.

    "More!" she said.

    Their kiss continued even after sating both of their thirsts. 

    ### 

    Karen met Sam's gaze in the morning as Iebfr14 rose over the 
mountains in the distance.  "This is hardly the best way to start a 
relationship, love," she said.  "Is there any hope at all?"

    "There's always hope, sweetheart," said Sam.  Though he knew that 
rescue was as unlikely for them as for any of the previous unfortunates 
whose remains lay scattered about.  Without vehicles, it would take 
days for anyone to reach the mountains and climb the rugged cliff faces 
to get to them; and without weapons, any rescue attempt would end in 
many more dead rescuers, just as the newspaper reports repeated 
regularly.

    Sam and Karen awoke to the shrill screams of all the trapped people 
around them.  The morning sunlight was overcast with a black cloud of 
insects.  Sam felt their two hearts pound when one of the monsters 
buzzed down from the swarm and landed on the ledge, straddling them.

    In a split second, it extended its sharp, black, blade-like 
ovipositor from the end of its abdomen and crouched down, impaling the 
cocoon from above.  Sam had never before heard such a curdling scream 
from someone's mouth as came from Karen at that moment.  He stared as 
its abdomen flexed where it attached to its thorax as it pumped 
hundreds of eggs into Karen's body.  Sam could feel Karen's belly press 
tighter against his as her abdomen filled with insect eggs.  After 
about two or three minutes, it withdrew its ovipositor, now coated with 
Karen's blood, and flew off.  Karen lay upon him, quaking and 
shivering.  She tried to speak, but vomited blood upon the side of 
Sam's head instead.  

    Karen continued to quiver for about an hour until another monster 
showed up and straddled them.  This, second, was smaller--a male.  It 
extended its stinger-like penis and, like the female, impaled the 
cocoon.  Once again, Karen screamed as the creature flooded Karen's 
abdomen with its insect sperm.  The male spent less time than the 
female, and was gone in less than a minute. 

    "Karen?" asked Sam.  "Can you hear me?"  

    Karen quaked, turned toward Sam, and made some gurgling noises, 
spat up more blood, but didn't otherwise answer.

    Sam had thought that the worst was over for Karen, at least until 
the eggs hatched.  He was wrong.  Shortly later, another male straddled 
them and impaled them.  

    Yet another male followed the second almost immediately.  Not only 
did it impale Karen, but also it pushed its penis completely through 
her body into his.  Sam had never before experienced such severe, 
burning pain.  It was now his turn to scream such that he had never 
done before.   

    Then it got worse.  Two males landed above them and began fighting. 
One beat the other off, and the victor impaled them.  The defeated male 
returned while the first was thus occupied, and also impaled them.  
Blue fluid spewed forth from Karen's mouth and nose. 

    By the time the seventh male had its turn, both he and Karen had 
lost consciousness.  Sam didn't regain consciousness until the next 
morning when Iefbr14 rose upon them in their cocoon prison for the 
second time.   

    Karen was still alive, if you could call gurgling every breath and 
drooling blood alive.  "Karen?" he whispered.  The effort shot daggers 
through his chest.  

    Karen groaned and struggled to say, "We should have used protection 
last night, love.  I think I'm pregnant."  She smiled and started 
crying, then passed out again.

    The wasps ignored them for the rest of that day.  A gentle rain 
fell again that night.  Sam was parched of thirst after going nearly a 
day without fluid.  As foul as Karen's oral emissions seemed, he 
offered some water to her in their usual manner, of which she took a 
little.  Thankfully, sleep came quickly in the darkness.    

    In the morning, Karen lay still and didn't respond to Sam at all, 
though he still felt her heart beating and she continued to gurgle with 
each breath. 

    During the day, the inevitable came about.  Karen quivered, met 
Sam's eyes, gasped feebly, and then vomited several pinkish wasp 
larvae.  A moment later, a pinkish larvae ate its way out the side of 
Karen's neck before it died, causing blood to gush out of her artery 
like a burst water pipe.  

    Karen gasped, "Sam, I love you," in a hoarse whisper that became 
her final breath.  

    "I love you too, Karen," Sam replied.  Karen was now the lucky one.  
Sam felt countless larvae eat through Karen's chest and abdomen and 
continue to eat their way into his.  Still more larvae ate their way 
through the cocoon into the open air, all sickly pink, and expire.   

    * END *


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